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A  NEW 


SELECT! 


FROM  VAKld^^AUTHORS: 

WITH 

A  NUMBER  OF 

ORIGINAL  HYMNS, 

11IAT  HAVE  NEVER    BEFORE    APPEARED 
IN  PRINT. 


Sing  and  rejoice,  O  daughter  of  Zion:  for,  lo,  I  come,  and  will 
dwell  in  the  midst  of  thee,  saith  the  Lord .— Zac.  ch.  ii.  10. 


TRENTON: 

TUBLISHED   BY  WM.  ROBINSON,    AND  MOORE   AND 
LAKE. 

W,  &  D.  Robinson,  Printers. 
1813. 


District  of  New-Jersey,  to  wit— 

„*»„*,*♦**  BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  That  on  the  third 
*  SEAL  *  **ay  °^  Jlme»  'n  tnc  thirty-sixth  year  of  the  In- 
5  '  t  dependence  of  the   United   States  of  America, 

**********  William  Robinson,  and  Moore  «uid  Lake,  of  the 
said  district,  hath  deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book  the 
right  \vlun  of  they  claim  as  proprietors  in  the  words  following, 
to  wit,  '"  A  New  Selection  of  Hymns;  compikd  from  various 
authors:  with  a  number  of  Original  Hymns,  that  have  never 
before  appeared  in  print."  '  Sing  and  rejoice,  O  daughter  of 
Zion:  for,  lo,  I  come,  and  will  ilwell  in  the  midst  of  thee,  saith 
the  Lord.  Zac.  ch.  ii.  10.'  In  conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Con- 
gress of  the  United  States,  entitled  '•  an  "act  for  the  encourage- 
ment of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and 
books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies  during  the 
timts  therein  mentioned,"'  and  also  to  the  act  entitled  "  an  act 
supplementary  to  an  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning  by 
securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts  and  books  to  the  authors  and 
proprietors  ot  such  copies  during  the  times  therein  mentioned, 
and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  en- 
graving, and  etching,  historical  and  other  prints. 

ROBERT  BOGGS, 
Clerk  of  the  District  of  New- Jersey. 


SPIRITUAL  HYMNS. 


HYMN  I. 

1  npHE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 

-*-  He  was  condemu'd  and  led  away, 
Think,  Oh  my  soul,  the  mournful  day: 

Look  on  mount  calvary. 
Behold  him,  lamb-like,  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  eanh  lying  tongue, 
And  thus  the  lamb  of  God  was  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies. 
Behold  him  trembling  as  he  dies; 

Ah  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 
Behold  his  tort'ring  pain. 

The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 

BlusL'd  and  refus'd  to  see  the  sight; 

The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  flight; 

All  nature  mournM,  and  stood  affright. 
When  Christ  the  Lamb  was  slain. 


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3  Ye  men  and  angels  hear  the  sound, 
He  cries  for  help,  but  Oh,  there's  none: 
He  trod  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
Eloi  lama  sabachthani. 
Tho'  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies,. 

The  conqu'ring  Son  of  God. 

4  And  thus  the  glorious  suff'rer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood, 
From  ev'ry  wound  a  stream  of  blood, 

Came  triek'ling  down  amain: 
His  bitter  groans,  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  for- 
sook, 
And  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock, 

And  laughed  at  his  pains. 

5  Now  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel,  around  him 

stand, 
If  you  have  come  to  save  the  land, 

Now  try  yourself  to  save. 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  dyM, 
And  healing  streams  came  from  his 

side; 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucify'd, 
And  justice  now  is  satisfy'd, 
Sinners,  for  you  and  I. 


6  Behold  him  mount  a  throne  of  state, 
And  fill  the  mediatorial  seat, 
And  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

And  loud  hosannahs  tell. 
Though  he  endures  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains, 
He's  conquer'd  death  and  hell. 

y  'Tis  done,  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made; 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  is  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood: 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move; 
For  you  he  left  his  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might 

prove, 
And  height  and  depths  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

3  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

He  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die; 

Glory  to  him  be  given. 
While   heav'n   above  his   praise  re- 
sounds, 
Oh  Zion,  sing,  his  praise  abounds, 
I  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 
Inflaming  love,  that  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallowed  up  in  heaven, 
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6 
HYMN  II. 

1  TjVATHER  of  our  dying  Lord, 
-*-     Remember  us  for  good; 

O  fulfil   his  faithful  word, 
And  hear  his  speaking  blood! 

Give  us  that  for  which  he  prays; 
Father,  clorify  thy  Son; 

Shew  his  truth  and  pow'r  and  grace, 
And  send  the  promise  down. 

2  True  and  faithful  witness,  thou, 

O  Christ,  the  Spirit  give! 
Hast  thou  not  receiv'd  him  now, 

That  we  might  now  receive? 
Art  thou  not  our  living  head? 

Life  to  all  thy  limbs  impart; 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  Spirit  shed, 

In  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

g  Holy  Ghost,  the  comforter, 

The  gift  of  Jesus  come; 
Glow  our  hearts  to  find  the  near, 

And  swell  to  make  thee  room; 
Present  with  us  thee  we  feel, 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be! 
With  us,  in  us,  live  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  III. 

1 XTE  happy  souls  whose  peaceful  minds, 
■*•    Are  freed  from  pain  and  fear, 


Ye  objects  whom  kind  heav'n  designed, 

To  be  its  constant  care; 
To  you  J '11  vent  my  mournful  sighs, 

Press'd  by  my  dismal  state, 

0  can  you  with  me  sympathize, 
While  I  my  case  relate. 

3  I  once  was  happy  in  the  Lord, 
My  soul  was  in  a  flame, 

1  did  deiiqht  to  hear  his  word 
And  praise  his  holy  name; 

But  now  the  gospel's  hid  from  me, 

Tho'  oflen  I  do  hear — 
The  law  denounces  death  on  me, 

And  thunders  out  despair. 
3  But  wo  is  me  those  joys  are  past, 

Those  blissful  scenes  are  o'er, 
I'm  like  a  city  quite  laid  waste, 

To  be  rebuilt  no  more; 
In  vain  I  sigh,  in  vain  I  mourn, 

In  vain  I  seek  for  rest: 
I  fear  the  dove  will  ne'er  return, 

To  my  poor  troubled  breast. 
4>  The  devil  waiting  me  around, 

To  make  my  soul  aprey; 
I  wait  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound— 

Take,  take  the  wretch  away: 
I  linger,  sigh.  I  mourn  and  cry, 

Sleep  now  has  left  mine  eyes, 


And  ghastly  death  seems  drawing  nigh, 
And  that  without  disguise. 

5  O  that  I  was  some  bird  or  beast, 

Was  I  a  stork  or  owl, 
Some  lofty  tree  should  bear  my  nest, 

Or  thro'  the  desert  prowl; 
But  I  have  an  immortal  soul, 

Within  this  house  of  clay, 
That  either  must  with  devils  howl, 

Or  dwell  in  endless  day. 

6  One  ev'ning  pensive  as  I  lay, 

Alone  upon  the  ground, 
As  I  to  God  began  to  pray, 

A  light  shone  all  around — 
These  words  with  pow'r  went  thro? 
my  heart — 

I've  come  to  set  thee  free, 
Death,  hell,  nor  grave  shall  never  part, 

My  love,  my  son,  from  thee. 

7  My  dungeon  shook,  my  chains  flew  off, 

"  Glory  to  God,"  I  cried; 
My  soul  was  filPd,  I  cried  "  enough, 

For  me  the  Saviour  died, 
Th'  winter  is  past,  the  rain  is  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  do  appear; 
The  morning's  brought  a  glorious  sun, 

That  banish'd  every  fear." 

8  Hail  mighty  Prince  Eternal  Lord, 

Who  left  the  blazing  throne, 


9 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word, 

Thou  art  the  Father's  Son; 
When  on  the  brink  of  hell  I  lay, 

Enclos'd  in  blackest  night, 
Thou  Lord  didst  hear  the  sinner  pray, 

And  brought  my  soul  to  light. 
9  All    you  that's  grov'lling  in  your 
chains, 

"Without  one  spark  of  hope, 
Though  inexpressible  your  pains, 

You  still  be  looking  up; 
Tho'  winds  may  blow,  and  storms  may 
rise, 

A  dark  and  gloomy  night, 
The  morning  sun  will  clear  the  skies, 

With  sweet  prevailing  light. 

HYMN  IV. 

1  "ITfHEN  business  is  o'er,  my  moments 

"    of  leisure, 
I'll  spend  in  the  presence  of  him  I  adore; 
His  heavenly   smiles   alone  gives  me 

pleasure, 
Let  me  enjoy  this,  I  desire  no  more. 
Content  and  resign'd   in   his  heav'nly 

arms, 
No  weapon  that's  form'd  shall  ne'er  me 

destroy; 


10 

While  I  walk  in  his  footsteps,  he'll  give 

his  presence, 
And  fill  me  with  love  and  the  fulness  of 

joy- 

2  My  fair  one  is  to  me  the  chief  of  ten 

thousand; 

I  trust  with  the  angels  to  lift  up  my 
voice: 

Although  I  meet  tossings  to  floods  of 
temptations, 

Amidst~ull  afflictions  he  makes  me  re- 
joice. 

Oft  times,  when  I  linger,  beneath  the 
proud  tempter, 

One  glimpse  of  his  presence  disperses 
my  pain; 

I  hope  after  death  I   shall  see  him  in 

5lor» 
And  there  with  my  Jesus  eternally  reign. 

3  When  the   cross-bearing  army  shall 

meet  upon  Zion, 
With  angels  and  archangels  join  in  the 

theme; 
When   the   blood-purchased   host   shall 

shout  the  Redeemer, 
Ascribing  their  vict'ry  and  glory  to  him; 
Their  crowns  of  eternal  salvation  secur- 

ed, 
They  e;ist  at  the  feet  of  Emanuel  their 

*kiug, 


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And  through  the  eternal  duration  of  hea- 
ven, 

They  all  join  in  concert  their  praises  to 
*sing.' 

HYMN  V. 

4   O  WHEN  sha11  I  see  Jesus> 
^-^   And  dwell  with  him  above, 

To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love. 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd, 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin? 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasure  in. 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier. 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear; 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  graee  I  am  determin'd, 
To  conquer,  tho'  I  die, 

And  then  away  to  Jesus, 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow — 
1  bid  it  all  adieu, 

And  you,  my  friends,  he  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 


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4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heav'nly  armour, 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

3  0  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend, 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Tho'  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  up  to  rest. 


HYMN  VI. 

1  13EH0LD  a  light  shines  in  the  night; 
"  Nations  behold  afar: 

Look  to  the  skies,  with  a  surprise, 
It  lightens  through  the  air. 

2  What  are  we  now,  what  shall  we  think, 

To  whom  our  Lord  shall  come, 
And  in  one  day,  without  delay, 
Shall  take  his  servants  home. 

3  The  northern  light  shines  in  the  night. 

Jesus  his  troops  shall  bring; 


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Shall  call  the  dead  out  of  their  graves. 
And  from  their  dusty  tombs. 

4  Ye  sleeping  dust,  come  forth  you  must. 
To  meet  your  God  and  King: 
Sinners  shall  cry  eternally, 
While  all  the  saints  shall  sing. 

3  Gabriel's  the  man  who  then  shall  stand, 
With  one  foot  on  the  shore, 
The  other  on  the  sea,  and  swear 
That  time  shall  be  no  more. 

6  The  stars  shall  hear  that  awful  call. 
And  down  to  earth  shall  fall, 
The   Lamb  that's    slain    shall   come 

again, 
To  roll  his  judgments  on. 

HYMN  VII. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
^  As  we  journey  let  us  sing: 

Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways! 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod: 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we* 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed!  be  glad, 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made* 


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Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes, 

4  Fear  not  brethreu,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord!  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee! 

HYMN  VIII. 

1  TT|ON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming. 
**-^  Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud, 
'Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels. 

See  how  they  my  Jesus  crowd. 

2  I  will  arise  and  go  and  meet  him, 

And  embrace  him  in  my  arms, 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 
O  there  is  ten  thousand  charms. 

3  Death  shall  ne'er  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  me  through  the 
gloom. 
Down  he'll  send  some  heav'nly  angels. 
To  escort  my  spirit  home. 

4  He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory. 

All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied; 


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Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 
Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide, 

i>  There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  plea- 
sure, 
Free'd  from  every  want  and  care, 
Come,  O  come  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 


HYMN  IX. 

is  all  a 

Lord  from  above, 


1  TESUS  grants  us  all  a  blessing, 
•*    Send  it  down  Lord  from  above, 
That  we  may  go  home  a  praising, 

And  rejoieing  in  thy  love. 

CHORUS. 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters. 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Jesus  pardon  all  our  follies, 

Since  together~we  have  been, 
Make  us  humble  make  us  holy, 
Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 
chorus. — Farewell  brethren,  &c. 

J  May  thy  blessing  Lord  go  with  us, 
To  each  one's  respective  home; 
And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus, 
Rest  upon  us  every  one. 

CHORUS. 

Farewell  brothers,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 


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HYMN  X. 

1  HPHEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
■*■    And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  we  be! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  days  and  months  increase; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away; 

The  breath  that  first  it  ga#e: 
Whate'er  we  do  where'er  we  be 
We're  ^rav'lling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thiek  through  all  the 

ground. 
To  push  us  to  the  tomb; 
And  fierce  deseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God!  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings! 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  wo, 

Depends  on  ev'ry  breath; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death! 


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7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dang'rous  road; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God! 

HYMN  XI. 

1  A  LMIGHTY  love  inspire 
-**-  My  heart  with  sacred  fire, 
And  animate  desire 

My  soul  to  renew, 
I  love  my  blessed  Jesus, 
On  whom  bright  angels  gazes 
And  symphony  increases 

Above  the  etherial  blue. 

2  My  tender  hearted  Jesus 
Thy  love  my  soul  amazes, 
Thou  earnest  for  to  save  us, 

When  lost  and  undone. 
No  seraph  could  redeem  us, 
No  angel  could  retrieve  us, 
No  arm  could  relieve  us, 

But  Jesus  alone. 

3  In  him  I  have  believed, 
And  he's  my  soul  retrieved 
From  sin  he  has  redeemed 

My  soul  which  was  dead. 
And  now  I  love  my  Saviour, 
For  I  am  in  his  favour, 
And  hope  with  him  for  ever, 

The  golden  streets  to  tread. 
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4  Yet  here  a  while  I  stay, 
In  hope  of  that  glad  day, 
When  I  am  call'd  away, 

To  the  mansions  above. 
There  to  enjoy  the  pleasure 
Of  uncon suniing  treasure, 
And  shout  in  highest  measure, 

Hallelujahs  of  love. 

HYMN  XII. 

1  A  LL  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw 
■*■*-         near, 

To  my  complaint  pray  lend  an  ear, 
And  help  me  to  condole  my  grief, 
I  am  distress'd,  with  unbelief. 

2  Sometimes  I'm .burden'd  with  a  load, 
A  doubting  if  there  be  a  God, 

But  still  his -terrors  works  my  grief, 
And  comforts  drown,  with  unbelief. 

3  I  am  distressed  all  the  day; 

When  evening  comes,  I  want  to  pray, 
Begging  for  pardon  and  relief: 
There  is  no  God,  says  unbelief. 

4  But  conscience  makes  this  quick  reply, 
What  makes  you  then  afraid  to  die, 
And  after  death  to  dread  the  grief, 
That  you  must  have  for  unbelief? 


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5  What  was  it  rais'd  your  mortal  frame, 
And  other  things  of  meaner  name: 
Hark,  and  I'll  tell  you  all  in  brief; 
'Twas  nature  all,  says  unbelief. 

6  But  what  did  nature  first  create? 
O  was  it  not  both  good  and  great? 
There's  wiser  men  enough  than  you, 
Has  dy'd  to  prove  that  this  is  true. 

7  There's  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one; 
Which  Holy  Spirit  thus  you  grieve, 
It's  while  you  say  you  don't  believe. 

Well  conscience  have  it  as  you  say, 
But  still  I  have  another  plea; 
(Methinks  it  may  assuage  your  grief) 
You  have  no  soul,  says  unbelief. 

)  But  God  the  Son  came  down  and  died, 
To  save  man's  soul  he  testified; 
Would  this  be  done  for  my  relief, 
Had  I  no  soul?  O  unbelief. 

0  In  spite  of  you  I  do  believe 
You  thought  my  soul  for  to  deceive, 
And  plunge  me  in  eternal  grief; 
Lord  Jesus  help  my  unbelief! 

Amen,  amen,  for  now  I  see 
That  Jesus  gives  himself  for  me; 
JJp  to  his  Father's  heavy  stroke, 
Alas,  for  me  his  heart  was  broke. 


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12  O  may  my  life  be  spent  in  praise, 
To  him  who  lives  eternal  days, 
Who  gave  his  life  to  cure  (he  grief 
Of  sin  and  guilt,  and  unbelief. 


HYMN  XIII. 

1  YMTHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to 

*T  die? 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals 
are! 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
Ami  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife. 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay.     . 

3  O!  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in 
haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life    out    sweet  I? 
there. 


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HYMN  XIV. 

1/^  OME  ye  that  know  the  Lord  indeed, 
^  Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 

2  Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet; 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street. 
Tho'  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite. 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight, 

3  The  happy  day  will  soon  depart, 
When    Gabriel's    trumpet   you    shall 

hear 
Sound  ihro'  the  earth,  and  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations,  great  and  small, 

+  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come; 
While  Christ,  the  judge,  with  joy  pro- 
claims, 
•4  Here  comes  my  saints,  I  own  their 
names. 

5  "  Ye  everlasting  doors  fly  wide. 

"  Make  room  for  to  receive  my  bride, 
"Ye  harps  in  heaven  sound  aloud, 
"  Here    comes    the    purchase    of    my 
blood." 

6  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line, 

In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine, 


See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendor,  to  the  throne! 

They  stand  with  wonder,  and  look  on, 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
The  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  raptures  set  their  souls  on  fire.      \) 


HYMN  XV. 

1  T'M  tir'd   with   visits,    modes,    and 
-■■  forms, 

And  flatt'ries  made  to  fellow  worms, 

Their  conversation  cloys; 
Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff; 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 

Of  thy  best  company,  my  Lord,  thou 
life  of  all  my  joys. 

3  When  he  begins  tell  his  love, 

Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue; 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
Nor  should  I  feel  December's  cold, 
nor  think  the  darkness  long. 

3  There  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God, 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load!) 
He  bore  upon  the  tree, 


Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,   and   love,   and  bless   the 

name 
That  knew  no   guilt  nor  grief  hi* 

own,  but  bare  it  all  for  me. 

&  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore. 
And  talks  his  bloody  passion  oe'r, 

'Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears; 
Yet  with  the  sympathetic  smart, 
There's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my 
heart, 
The  cursed  tree  has- blessings  in't,. 
my  sweetest  balm  in  bears* 

I  hear  the  glorious  sufferer  tell 
How  on  his  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell! 

And  all  the  powers  bene  t&: 
Transported  and  inspired  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song; 

"  How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  stliagv 
and  where's  thy  vict'ry.death." 

But  when  he  shews  his  hands  and  heart 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul. on  fire: 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  restv 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 

Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds- 
with  more  intense  desire-. 


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7  Kindly  he  opens  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there. 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains. 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burdened  heart, 
In  every  wo  he  bears  a  part, 

His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand 
my  drooping  head  sustains. 

8  Fly,  from  my   thoughts,  all  human 

things, 
And    sporting   swains,    and   fighting 
kings, 
And  tales  of  wanton  love; 
My  soul  disdains  that  little  snare, 
The  tangles  of  Amira's  hair; 

Thine   arms,  my  God,  are   sweeter 
bands,  nor  can  my  heart  remove. 

*     HYMN  XVI. 

1  ItTE  children  of  Jesus,  who  are  bound 

-*-  for  the  kingdom; 

Attune  all  your  voices,  and  help  me 
me  to  sing 

Sweet  anthems  of  praises,  to  my  lov- 
ing Jesus, 

For  he  is  my  Prophet,  my  Priest,  and 
my  King: 

When  Jesus  first  found  me,  to  hell  I 
was  going, 

His  love  did  surround  me,  and  sav'd 
me  from  ruin: 


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He  kindly  embrac'd  me,  and  sweetly 
he  kiss'd  me, 

\And  taught  me  aloud  his  sweet  praises 
to  sing. 

I  2  AVhy  should  you  go  mourning  from 

such  a  physician, 
Who  is  able  and  willing  your  sickness 

to  cure; 
Come  to  him  believing,  though  bad 

your  condition, 
His  Father  has  promised  your  ease  to 

insure: 
My  soul  he  hath  heal'd,  my  heart  hath 

rejoic'd, 
He  brought  me  to  Zion,  to  join  the  glad 

voices; 
I'll   serve  him,  and  praise   him,  and 

always  adore  him, 
Till  we  meet  in  heaven  where  part- 


My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  to  Jesus 

ascended, 
I'm  bound  to  press  on  to  mark  for  the' 

prize; 
And  when  my  temptations  and  trials 

are  ended, 
On  the  wings  of  bright- seraphs  my 

soul  will  arise, 

B 


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Oh  Christians  I'm  happy  in  this  con- 
templation, 

My  soul  it  drinks  in  the  sweet  streams 
of  salvation; 

I  long  to  be  flying  that  I  may  be  vie- 
ing 

With  the  tallest  archangel  that  shouts 
in  the  skies. 


4  Cheer  up,  ye  dear  pilgrims,  for  Ca- 
naan's before  you; 

We'll  scale  the  bright  mountains,  still 
shouting  free  grace, 

On  Zion's  fair  borders  we'll  sing  hal- 
lelujah, 

And  sit  in  the  smiles  of  Emanuel's 
face, 

To  those  who  there  enter,  there  is  no 
returning, 

No  sorrow  nor  sighing,  no  weeping 
nor  mourning, 

But  feasting,  and  drinking,  and  shout- 
ing, and  singing, 

All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  bought  thisjl 
free  grace. 

5  My  soul's  full  of  glory,  I'll  not  stay 
much  longer, 
Bright  angels'  in  heaven  now  call  me 
away, 


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My  spirit  in  Jesus  grows  stronger  and 

stronger, 
My  soul  now  exults  to  behold  the  glad 

day, 
Oh  Christians!  Oh  Christians!  Oh  had 

you  not  rather, 
Be  shouting  in  glory  with  your  blessed 

Father, 
Where    elouds,   and    temptation,  and 

pain  and  vexation, 
Are  all  lost  for  ever  in  perfect  bright 

day. 

6  This  moment  the  angels  are  hovering 

round  us, 
And  joining   with   mortals  to  praise 

their  sweet  king; 
And  waiting  for  Jesus  to  call  and  to 

crown  us, 
To  make  the  bright  arches  of  heaven 

to  ring. 
There  with  our  dear  father  we?I*  meet 

one  another, 
The  wife,  and  the  husband,  the  sister 

and  brother, 
In  the  blest  ocean  of  love's  sweet  emo- 
tion, 
Salvation  through  Jesus,  for  ever  we'll 


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HYMN  XVII. 

i  T  OVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
■*-*  Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down; 
Fix  in  ns  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown; 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest: 
Take  away  our  bent  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  tis  all  thy  grace  receive, 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave: 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 
Pray  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

h  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 
Perfectly  restor'd  in  thee; 


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Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 
Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 

Till  we  east  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise! 

HYMN  XVIII. 

1  T|  APID  my  days  and  months  run  on, 
-*-*'  How  soon  another  year  is  gone! 
How  swift  my  golden  moments  roll, 
How  much  neglected  by  my  soul! 

2  Let  me  begin  with  holy  fear 

This  new,  this  fleeting,  flying  year; 
Too  many  unimproved  have  pass?d, 
This  year,  perhaps,  may  be  my  last. 

3  Give  me,  great  God,  an  hee^rt  to  pray, 
Let  all  old  things  be  done  away; 
Give  me  new  strength  to  conquer  sin, 
And  plant  new  holiness  within. 

4  I  ask  new  wisdom  for  this  year, 
New  fitness  for  my  trials  here; 
Of  every  grace  a  richer  store, 
My  God  to  love  and  honour  more. 

5  This  year,  unsheath  the  gospel  sword! 
Let  every  nation  serve  the  Lord: 
Visit  thy  church,  and  may  she  bear 
Much  glorious  fruit  this  blessed  year. 

B  2 


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HYMN  XIX. 

1  rpHE  fields   are  all  white,  and  tlie 
-*■  harvest  is  near, 

The  reapers  all  with  their  sharp  sickels 

appear, 
To  reap  down  the  wheat,  and  gather  it 

in  harns, 
Whilst  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are  left 

there  to  burn. 

2  Come  O  then  my  soul  meditate  on  that 

day 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease 

and  decay; 
The  trumpet  will  sound,  and  the  angels 

appear, 
Po  reap  from  the  earth  both   the  wheat 

and  the  tare. 

>  Then  hear  the  kind  Judge,   in  that 

dreadful  alarm, 
Go,  gather  my  saints,  bring  them  home 

to  my  arms; 
Let  the  seven  last  plagues  be  pour'd 

forth  upon  those 
Who  blaspheme  my  name,  and  my  saints 

do  oppose. 

*  Then  hear  the  sad  cries,  that  ascend 

to  the  sky, 
Df  those  in  distress,  and  have  no  where 

to  fly! 


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Calling  on  the  rocks  and  the  mountains 

to  fall 
On  their  guilty  souls,  and  to  hide  them 

from  all! 

5  But  all  will  be  vain,  for  the  mountains 
must  flee, 

The  rocks  all  dissolve  and  no   covert 

shall  be! 
The  earth  it  shall  quake,  and  the  sea 

shall  retire, 
And  the  whole  world  below  will  be  all 

on  fire! 

6  Then  O  wretched  sinner  look  up  and 
espy, 

The  once   slighted  Jesus  descend  fromj 

the  sky; 
In  a  charriot  of  fire  to  th'  earth  he'll 

come  down, 
A  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  him 

round. 

7  The  trumpet  will  sound:  come  your 
sentence  receive; 

No  longer  my  spirit  shall  strive  and  be 

griev'd: 
My  judgment  is  come,  and  my  sentence; 

is  just; 
Come  hither  believers,  depart  all  you; 

curs'd!  ] 


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3  O  sinners,  take  warning,  and  seek  you 

the  Lord, 
t  have  not  been  jesting,  it    is   Jesus's 

word; 
That  the  followers  of  Jesus  in  glory 

shall  stand, 
Whilst  all  unbelievers  are  sure  to   be 

damn'd. 

9  And  now  I  advise  you  to  seek  out  for 

aid, 
May  God  give  instruction  to  what  I  have 

said: 
May  your  souls  be  engaged  in  faith  and 

pray'r, 
That  thro'    mercy   you    all   may  meet 

Christ  in  the  air. 

HYMN  XX. 

1  XTE  saints  of  God  come  hear  me  tell, 

-*-  The  wonders  of  Emanuel; 
How  he  doth  send  his  truths  abroad, 
To  bring  lost  sinners  home  to  God: 
He  sends  his  word  of  power  divine, 
And  searches  out  the  inmost  mind; 
Exposes  sin  most  clear  to  view, 
And  tells  the  sinner  what  to  do! 
Namely,  repent  and  turn  to  God, 
And  thereby  shun  his  vengeful  rod. 

2  I  was  a  sinner  stout  and  bold, 
On  satan's  list  was  I  enroll'd, 


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To  fight  against  the  powers  above. 
And  slight  the  oilers  of  God's  love: 
But  I  grew  weak  and  faint  in  fight, 
Because  from  God  1  got  my  light; 
Which  show'd  me  plain  that  hell  was 

mine, 
For  using  him,  my  God  unkind: 
So  weak  was  I  against  that  king, 
That  not  one  conquest  could  I  win! 
As  I  walk'd  out  one  morning  faiiy 
To  think  on  God  and  take  the  air; 
I  view'd  the  field  of  battle  round, 
To  see  what  riches  could  be  found, 
But  O!  what  carnage  did  I  see, 
By  Jesus  Christ's  own  company: 
Who   had   one   sword   which  all   did 

wield, 
Attended  with  a  pow'rful  shield; 
Which  sword  they  thrust  thro'  ev'ry 

heart, 
And  made  their  foes  both  ache  and 

smart. 

Some  lay  as  dead  upon  the  ground, 
Yet  they  had  life  to  breathe  and  mourn? 
Their  death  to  God,  and  life  to  sin, 
Did  plague  them  as  a  poison'd  stingl 
And  when  I  look'd  to  see  their  store, 
Which  God  had  cali'dfor  o'er  and  o'er; 
I  thought  some  plunder  then  to  gain, 
But  all  was  sin?  and  filth,  and  stain! 


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Such  trash  enough  I  had  in  store, 
And  wished  then  to  have  no  more. 

5  But  O!  ye  curious  come  and  see, 
The  wounds  they  give  their  enemy; 
What  caution  they  do  use  in  strife, 
To  bring  on  death  yet  save  the  life! 
And  as  they  pierce  their  hearts  most 

sore, 
So  as  to  make  them  cry  and  roar; 
The  saints  round  them  do  shout  and 

sing, 
In  honour  of  their  heav'nly  king: 
Because  the  conquest  they  do  gain, 
Brings  life  and  peace  to  all  their  slain. 

6  I  turn' d  again  the  spoil  to  view, 
To  see  if  there  were  nothing  new; 
That  I  might  take  as  mine  own  part, 
And  thereby  cheer  a  troubled  hear*. 
But  how  surprised  yet  was  I, 

To  find  the  spoil  all  of  one  dye; 
Nothing  but  sin  was  ta'en  away, 
From  those  who  did  for  quarters  pray 
All  good  remain'd,  with  those  whom 

God 
Had  conquer'd  by  his  gospel  sword: 

7  Surely  said  I  here's  good  indeed, 
The  very  blessings  which  I  need; 
And  could  I  only  make  them  mine, 
I'd  die  the  death  which  God  enjoins: 


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For  as  the  gain  is  all  to  me, 

I  can't  object  to  being  free; 

So  I'll  cast  oft*  my  fleshly  sword, 

And  own  I'm  conquer'd  by  the  Lord: 

Sure  humbled  now  I'd  better  be, 

Than  suffer  through  eternity. 

HYMN  XXI. 

1  T»  EHOLD  that  great  and  awful  day 
■*-*  Of  parting  soon  will  come, 
When  sinners  must  be  hurl'd  away; 

And  Christians  gather'd  home! 

2  The  one  with  Dives  for  water  cry, 
And  gnaw  their  tongues  with  pain. 

They  gnash  their  teeth,  in  horrors  lie; 
And  wring  their  hands  in  vain. 

3  Now  hail!  ye  doleful  frighted  ghosts. 
With  whom  I  once  did  dwell, 

And  spent  my  days  in  frantic  mirth, 
And  danc'd  my  soul  to  hell! 

4  You  me  about  the  floor  did  drag, 
And  caus'd  my  soul  to  sin; 

And  devils  now  your  mouth  shall  gag. 
And  force  the  fuel  in. 

5  Perhaps  the  parent  sees  the  child 
Sink  down  to  endless  pain, 

With  shrieks,  and  howls,  and  bitter 
cries, 
Never  to  rise  again. 


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6  O  father!  see  my  blazing  hands, 

Mother!  behold  your  child! 
Against  you  now,  a  witness  stands 
Amidst  the  flames  confin'd! 

7  The  child,  perhaps,  the  parent  views, 

Go  headlong  down  to  hell; 
Gone  with  the  rest  of  satan's  crew, 
And  bids  the  child  farewell! 

8  The  husband  sees  his  piteous  wife, 

With  whom  he  once  did  dwell, 
Depart  with  groans  and  bitter  cries, 
My  husband!  fare  you  well! 

9  But  O,  perhaps,  the  wife  may  see, 

The  man  she  once  did  love, 
Sink  down  to  endless  misery, 
Whilst  she  is  crown'd  above! 

10  Then  shall  the  saints  through  grace 

combin'd, 
Drink  in  eternal  love: 
In  Jesus'  image  there  to  shine, 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

11  O  how  it  lifts  my  soul  to  think, 

Of  meeting  round  the  throne, 

Eternal  joys  there  for  to  drink, 

Where  sorrows  never  come. 


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HYMN  XXII. 

i  A/f  Y  soul's  full  of  glory  it  fires  my 

i-^-i-         tongue, 
Could  I  meet  with  angels  I'd  sing  them 

a  song; 
I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus  and    tell   of  his 

charms, 
And  ask  them  to  hear  me  to  Jesus's  arms. 

2  Methinks  they're  descending  to  hear 
while  1  sing, 

Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals  all  praising 

their  king; 
Oh  angels!  Oh  angelsi  my  soul's  in   a 

flame! 
[  sink  in  sweet  raptures  at  Jesus's  name. 

3  O  Jesus!  O  Jesus!  thou  balm  of  my 
soul, 

Through  faith  in  thy  merits,  I  now  am 

made  whole; 
5h  bring  me  to  view  thee,  thou  precious 

sweet  king, 
[n  ocean's  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 

Oh  heaven!  Oh  heaven!  I  long  to  be 

there, 
[*o  meet  all  my  brethren  and  Jesus  my 

dear; 
ly  soul  while  I'm  singing  is  ready  to  fly 
With  a  flaming  bright  convoy  to  God  in 

the  sky, 


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5  Sweet  spirits  attend  me,  till  Jesus  shall 

come, 
Protect  and  defend  me  till  I  am  call'd 

home; 
Tlio"  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as 

their  prey, 
Shall  outshine  when  rising  the  sun  of 

noon  day. 

6  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd,  the  moon 

turn'd  to  blood. 

The  earth  all  on  fire  by  the  vengeance 
of  God; 

Tho'  lightnings  are  flashing  and  thun- 
ders do  roar, 

All  this  shall  not  daunt  me  on  Canaan's 
bright  shore. 

7  The    thought    of  bright   glory    o'er- 

whelmeth  my  soul, 
1  sink  in  sweet  rapture,  I  view  the  bright 

goal; 
My  soul  while  I'm  singing  is  leaping  to 

This  moment  I'm  willing  to  leave  all 
below. 

8  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  Lord 

bids  me  come, 
Farewell,  my  dear  sisters  I'm  now  go 
ing  homej 


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Sweet  angels  are  whispering  so  soft  iu 

my  ear, 
Away  to  my  Saviour,  my  spirit  they'll 

bear. 

9  I'm  going,  I'm  going,  ah!  what  do  I 

see, 
'Tis  Jesus  in  glory  appeareth  to  me; 
To  heaven!  to  heaven!  I'm  going  now 

soon, 
Oh   glory!    Oil   glory!    it's   my   happy 

home. 


that  are  wandering  home. 


HYMN 

1 XTE  pilgrims  t 
-*-  The  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
Sweeter  to  me  than  honey  comb, 
Is  Christ's  despised  name. 

2  Let  us  with  undissembled  love, 

Like  children  hand  in  hand, 
Walk  to  our  Father's  house  above 
And  to  the  promis'd  land. 

3  You  heard  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 

Take  the  alarm,  and  fly; 
Arise,  and  now  to  Christ  be  gone, 
For  there  is  danger  nigh. 

4  You  little  flock,  I  bid  adieu, 

Our  parting  is  to  day; 
O  may  you  all  to  Christ  prove  true, 
And  always  watch  and  pray. 


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5  So  if  we  never  meet  below, 

Let  us  our  lamps  prepare, 
To  meet  when  the  Lord's  trump  shall 
blow, 
And  in  his  glory  share. 

6  We  need  not  wait  but  few  days  more, 

And  we  shall  meet  above, 
Where  fear  and  parting  ne'er  can  come, 
In  that  sweet  world  of  love. 

T  'Tis  there  with  Christ  in  Paradise, 
We  shall  for  ever  dwell, 
Till  then  let's  pray,  both  night  and  day, 
And  so  dear  friends,  farewell. 


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HYMN  XXIV. 

OW,  whilst  I  try  my  heart 


By  this  unerring  word, 
My  conscience  can  assert 
I  truly  fear  the  Lord: 
I  cannot  tread  the  paths  of  sin, 
I  long  for  holiness  within. 

Yes,  holiness- of  heart' 

I  would  more  largely  sharej 

I  mourn  with  inward  smart 
The  evils  that  are  there: 
I  hate  my  thoughts,  because  they're 


sans 


I  would  from  ev*rv  sin  abstain. 


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3  I'd  have  this  wretched  pride 

These  covetous  desires; 
I?d  have  them  crucified, 

For  God  my  heart  requires: 
Jesus  do  thou  these  foes  subdue, 
Make  me  still  more  sincere  and  true. 

4  I'd  live  alone  to  thee, 

I  love  t'  obey  thy  word, 
Well  pleas'd  that  thou  shouldst  be 

My  Saviour  and  my  Lord. 
To  thee  I  now  resign  my  heart, 
Renew  it,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  part. 

HYMN  XXV. 

i   SALVATION!-  O  the  joyful  sound! 
^     What  pleasure  to  our  ears! 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Glory,  honour,  praise,  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer! 
Hallelujah!  praise  the  Lord! 

2  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Glorv,  &c. 
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Salvation!  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb! 

To  thee  (he  praise  belongs: 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

Glory,  &c. 

HYMN  XXVI. 
TJOLY  God,  and  hast  thou  sent 
-"-Me  here  to  preach  to-day; 
O  baptize  my  soul  with  fire, 

And  point  ine  out  the  way: 
When  I  draw  the  Gospel  bow, 

Jesus  let  thine  arrows  fly, 
May  each  sinner  feel  this  day, 

That  thou  for  him  didst  die. 

Lord  we  have  assembled  here, 

To  hear  what  thou  wouldst  say; 
Some  come  from  the  east  and  west, 

Yea  north  and  south,  to  pray: 
If  I  am  sent  to  preach  thy  word, 

Holy  God  display  thy  pow'r, 
And  may  we  have  a  pentecost, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 
Sinners,  Lord,  are  trembling  now, 

The  tears  are  trickling  down, 
Keen  conviction  decks  their  brew, 

While  they  behold  thy  frown. 
O  for  justifying  grace, 

O  for  thy  converting  powV, 


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Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake 
A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 

Here  backsliding  Peter  too, 

That  left  the  narrow  way; 
O  my  Lord;  shall  they  be  damn'd? 

Shall  they  be  devil's  prey? 
If  there's  mercy  for  their  souls, 

O  now  reach  them  by  thy  pow'r; 
Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 

Here  are  some,  though  justified, 

Who  feel  their  inbred  sin, 
And  they  long  to  see  the  day 

When  they  shall  be  made  clean. 
O  for  sanctifying  grace, 

O  for  purifying  pow'r: 
Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 

Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth  descend, 

And  feed  thy  lambs  to-day, 
Help  us  in  thy  name  to  preach, 

To  hear,  to  see,  and  pray. 
O  for  streams  of  grace  and  love, 

O  for  floods  of  life  and  pow'r, 
Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet  and  gospel  show'r. 


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HYMN  XXVII. 

BURST  ye  emerald  gates  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys,  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian; 
Lo!  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 

Break  the  intervening  skies; 
Sun  of  righteousness  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise! 

Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Swiftly  flash  before  him; 
Myriads  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him; 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame, 

Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
All  the  music  of  his  name; 

Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

Four  and  twenty  Elders  rise, 

From  their  princely  station; 
Sing  his  glorious  victories, 

Shout  the  great  salvation; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne. 

Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy!  hojy!  holy  one. 
Hark — the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us-— 


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Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus! 
Sweetest  somd  in  seraph's  song, 

Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus — Jesus,  flow  along. 

HYMN  XXVIII. 

1  npHOUGH  Zion  afflicted  witJi  wave 

-*-      upon  wave, 
Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  nor  no  man 

can  save; 
With  trifling  and  roving  my  strength 

has  deeliu'd, 
Through  tempests  and  tossings  he'll 

bring  thee  to  land. 

2  Forget  thee  I  will  not,  I  care  for  thy 

name, 
Engraved  on  my  heart  it  doth  vet  re- 

mam, 
The  palms  of  my  hands,  when  I  look 

on  and  see, 
The  wounds  I  received  when  I  suffered 

for  thee. 

3  I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and 

thy  groans, 
For  thou  art  most  nigh  me.  o'er  Uiea 
I  do  mourn, 


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In  all  thy  afflictions,  my  head  feels  the 

pain, 
They  are  all  most  neetful,  not  one  is 

in  vain. 

4-  O  fearful,  O  faithless,  how  weak  is  thy 

care, 
For  skilful  the  pilot  that  stands  for  to 

steer, 
Through  much  tribulation  my  people 

I'll  bring, 
And  when  I'm  in  heaven,  the  louder 

I'll  sing. 

5  The  day  of  eternal  redemption  draws 
, »    near, 
When  Jesus  our  Saviour  will  dry  up 

our  tears, 
Our  bodies  and  souls  shall  his  glory 

partake, 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound  and  the 
nations  shall  wake.  4 

HYMN  XXIX. 

1  AJT  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
lv_l  When  I  begin  thy  praise. 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace? 

%  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 
Thy  goodness  I  adore: 


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Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road: 
And   march  with  courage  in   thy 
strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs. 

With  this  delightful  song, 
And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

HYMN  XXX. 

1  TTOW  should  the  morning  of  my  days, 
-*--*-  Be  spent  in  humble  prayer  and 

praise 
To  Him  who  gave  me  life  and  breath, 
And  still  preserves  my  soul  from  death, 

2  God  has  from  sleep  restor'd  my  sight, 
I'll  praise  him  for  the  morning  light: 
For  his  protecting  grace  I'll  pray, 

To  guard  and  keep  me  all  the  day. 

3  I'll  still  resolve  to  seek  his  face, 
And  praise  him  for  redeeming  grace j 
I  love  his  name  I  love  his  Word, 

I  love  communion  with  the  Lord. 

4  Up  to  his  throne  I'll  lift  my  eye*-.. 
He  will  regard  my  early  cries: 


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He  will  not  frown  my  soul  away, 
He  loves  to  hear  his  children  pray. 

5  To  him  I'll  dedicate  my  days, 
Then  shall  I  prosper  in  my  ways: 
And  whilst  my  calling  I  pursue 
His  praise  shall  terminate  my  view. 

6  O  may  his  condescending  love 
Still  draw  my  heart  to  things  above; 
That  I  among  his  saints  may  know 
The  joys  of  heaven  begun  below. 

HYMN  XXXI. 

1  rpHE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
-*-  With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And    spangled   heavens     (a    shining. 

frame!) 
Their  great  original  proclaim: 
The  sal  weary 'd  sun,  from  day  to  day 
Doth  his  creator's  pow'r  display, 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth: 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roil, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 


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3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.?*5 


HYMN  XXXII. 

1  QEE  the  eternal  judge  descending.. 
^  Seated  on  his  azure  throne; 

Xow  poor  sinner  Christ  will  shew  thee 
That  he  is  the  eternal  Son. 

Trumpets  call  thee. 
Come  to  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  thus  lamenting, 

At  the  thoughts  of  future  pain; 
Cries  and  tears  he  is  now  venting 

But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain. 

Greatly  mourniu2N 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  the  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love, 
Oh!  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move, 


Doom  me  justlv^cT 


For  I  have  against  him  strove. 


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*  All  his  wooings  have  I  slighted. 
While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 
If  some  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all, 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll. 

5  Yonder  sits  my  godly  neighbour, 
Who  was  once  despised  by  me; 
Now  they're  cloth'd  in  dazzling  splen- 
dor, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see, 

Farewell  neighbours, 
Dismal  gulf,  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

3  Hail  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness, 
Groaning  rattling  of  your  chains, 
Christ  has  doom'd  my  doleful  sentence, 
For  to  dwell  in  endless  pains, 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

r   Now  experience  plainly  shews  me, 
Hell  is  not  a  fable  thing, 
There  1  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing, 
I'm  tormented, 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 

HYMN  XXXIII. 
t  T7ITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
*  Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame. 


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Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark!  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
'  Sister  spirit,  come  away;' 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight? 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears, 
Keaven  opens  on  my  eyes — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring, 

Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount!  I  fly 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory! 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting! 

HYMN  XXXIV. 

1  FOUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  befow 
-■-    Let  thy  salvation  roll: 
Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflow 

Ev'ry  believing  soul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord. 

Us  weary  sinners  take; 
Jesus,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  iUlfi. 

And  we  shall  flow  lo  thee. 


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While  down  the  stream  of  time  we  glide, 
To  our  eternity. 

]f  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art 
Of  joy  the  swelling  flood; 
Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart 
We  swift  return  to  God. 

We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea, 

Into  thy  fulness  fall; 
Be  lost  and  swallow'd  up  in  thee, 

Our  God,  our  All  in  All. 

HYMN  XXXV. 

i^OME  all  ye  weary  travelers, 
^  Now  let  us  join  and  sing 
The  everlasting  praises, 

Of  Jesus  our  great  King. 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome  'tis  true; 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

At  first  when  Jesus  found  us, 

He  call'd  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin. 
The  world,  the  flesh,  and  satan 

Would  prove  a  hurtful  snare, 
Unless  we  did  reject  them 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 


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3  But  by  our  disobedience, 

With  sorrow  we  confess 
We  have  had  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness: 
Where  we  might  long  have  fainted 

In  that  enchanted  ground, 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  love  and  strength  increase, 
To  confess  our  Lord  and  master, 

And  run  at  his  command, 
And  hasten  on  your  journey 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

5  In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We  often  do  rejoice, 
And  Jesus  and  his  people 

For  ever  are  our  choice. 
In  peace  and  consolation 

We  now  are  going  on 
The  pleasing  road  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

6  Sinners  why  stand  ye  idle, 

While  we  thus  march  along! 
Has  Jesus  never  told  you 
That  you  are  going  wrong, 

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Down  the  broad  road  to  darkness, 

To  bear  an  endless  curse? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 

And  come  and  go  with  us. 

But  if  you  will  refuse  it, 

We  bid  you  all  farewell, 
We're  on  the  road  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  road  to  hell: 
We're  sorry  thus  to  leave  you^ 

We'd  rather  you  would  go; 
Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour, 

And  see  the  waters  flow. 

Now  to  the  King  immortal 

Be  everlasting  praise, 
For  in  his  holy  service, 

We  long  to  spend  our  days, 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

The  glorious  world  above, 
With  everlasting  wonder 

To  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  XXXVI. 

WHEN  man  in  sin's  wild  maze  was 
lost, 
And  on  impetuous  billows  tost, 
Whik  hope   and  help,  no    creature 

knows, 
Lo,  God  his  vast  compassion  shows, 
His  dear  and  only  son  bestows, 

For  man  to  die. 


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2  0  height,  O  length,  O  breadth,  O  deep! 
What  love  with  thine,  can  measure 

keep; 
Love,  that  from  glory  brought  our  God, 
That  plung'd  him  deep,  in  sorrow's 

flood, 
That  piere'd  his  soul,  and  drain'd  his 

blood, 

What  love  like  his. 

3  O,  may  at  length  my  willing  breast, 
Be  all  with  love  of  thee  possess'd, 
With  heavenly  fire,  as  on  the  wing, 
May  I  thy  praise  in  rapture  sing, 
Thy  boundless  praise,   my   God,  my 

King, 

And  thee  adore. 

4  Now  is  the  Father's  wrath  appeased, 
God  with  his  people  fully  pleased, 
Let  Jesus,  then  share  all  our  songs. 
To  him,  eternal  praise  belongs, 
Hosanna,  on  our  hearts  and  tongues, 

For  evermore. 

5  Immortal  honours,  endless  fame, 
Attend  the  almighty  Father's  name; 
The  Saviour  Son,  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died, 
Creator,  Spirit,  by  whose  aid, 

We  worship  thee- 


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HYMN  XXXVII. 

t  T  ORD,  search  and  try  this  heart  of 
-*-^    mine, 

Put  ev'ry  sin  to  death: 
I  long  to  see  my  pride  resign 

Its  pestilential  breath. 

2  I  dread  its  power,  I  hate  its  name, 

Its  sad  effects  I  fear: 
Extinguish,Lord,  this  dang'rous  flame* 
Nor  let  one  spark  appear. 

3  Hide  it  for  ever  from  mine  eyes, 

Its  hellish  rage  controul; 
Lest  wrath  destructive  from  the  skies 
Consume  my  guilty  soul. 

4  In  dust  and  ashes  I  would  lie, 

As  less,  as  worse  than  naught, 
And  mourn,  that  such  a  wretch  as  I 
Should  have  one  haughty  thought. 

5  Form,  Lord,  each  motion  of  my  heart 

Obedient  to  thy  will: 
In  thee  the  humble  soul  has  part, 
My  breast  let  meekness  fill. 


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HYMN  XXXVIII. 

t  l^THAT  hath  the  world  to  equal 
"      this, 
The  solid  peace,  the  heav'nly  bliss; 

The  joys  iuiinortal  love  divine, 
The  love  of  Jesus  ever  mine: 

Greater  joys  I'm  born  to  know, 
From  terrestial  to  celestial, 

When  I  up  to  Jesus  go. 

2  When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay. 
Glorious  angels  shall  convey; 

Upon  their  golden  wings  shall  I, 
Be  wafted  far  above  the  sky; 

There  behold  him  free  from  harm, 
Beauties  vernal  spring  eternal, 

In  my  lovely  Jesus'  arms. 

3  There  in  sweet  silence  raptures  wait, 
Till  the  saints'  numbers  is  compleat; 

Till  the  last  trump   of  God   shall 
sound, 
Break  ope  the  graves   and   tear  the 
ground: 
There  descending  with  the  Lamb, 
Every  spirit  shall  inherit, 
Bodies  of  eternal  frame. 

4  O  tiresome  world,  when  will  it  end, 
When  shall  I  see  my  heav'nly  friend; 


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When  will  my  lovely  Jesus  come, 
And  take  his  weary  pilgrims  home? 

When  shall  I  meet  him  in  the  sky, 
There  adore  him,  fell  before  him, 

And  holy,  holy,  holy  cry. 

HYMN  XXXIX. 

i  FAREWELL,  dear  friend!  a  lone 
x      farewell!  5 

For  we  shall  meet  no  more, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  with  thee  to  dwell 
On  Zion's  happier  shore. 

2  Our  friend  and  sister,  lo!  is  dead, 

The  cold  and  lifeless  clay 
Has  made  in  dust  it's  silent  bed, 
And  there  it  must  decay. 

3  But  is  she  dead?  No,  no,  she  live*: 

Her  nobler  spirit  flies 
To  heav'n  above,  and  there  receives 
The  long  expected  prize. 

4  Methinks  I  see  her  joyful  stand 

Before  the  God  of  heav'n: 
He  smiles— she  enters  Zion's  land, 
And  her  reward  is  giv'n. 

5  In  robes  of  innocence  and  love 

Her  virgin  soul  is  dress'dj 


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And  all  the  angel  hosts  above 
Rejoice  to  see  her  bless'd. 

6  Then  let  us  dry  our  mournful  tears, 

From  gloomy  grief  refrain; 
In  heav'n  our  sister  now  appears, 
And  will  for  ever  reign. 

7  A  little  while,  and  we  shall  go 

To  yonder  happy  skies; 
And  join  our  friend  we  lov?d  below, 
In  everlasting  joys. 

8  Farewell,  dear  friend,  again  farewell! 

Soon  we  shall  rise  to  thee: 
And  when  we  meet,  no  tongue  ean  tell! 
How  great  our  joy  shall  be! 

HYMN  XL. 

WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall 
it  be, 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee! 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near; 
O  dark!  dark!  dark!  I  still  must  say, 
Amid  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 

Thee*  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  sin  behind: 


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Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 
Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 

5  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus,  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee: 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 
I  shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 

HYMNXLI. 

1   |^J-OD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
"    And  help  me  to  believe; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive: 
Full  of  guilt,  alas!  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee: 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh: 
Now  as  yesterday,  the  same 

Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be: 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Nothing  have  I,  Lord  to  pay, 
Which  can  thy  grace  procure; 
Empty  send  me  not  away, 
For  I,  thou  know'st  am  poori 


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Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name, 

My  all  is  sin  and  misery; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 

No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought, 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace; 
Pardon  I  accept  unbought, 

Thy  proffer  I  embrace: 
Coming  as  at  first  I  came, 

To  take,  and  not  bestow  on  thee: 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

Saviour  from  thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart: 
Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 

This  only  shall  be  ail  my  plea, 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

HYMN  XLII. 

HARK!    from  the  tombs  a  doleful 
sound, 
My  ears  attend  the  cry; 
*;  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
u  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 


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2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  yottr  bed, 

"  In  spite  of  all  your  towers; 
"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God!  is  this  our  certain  doom? 

And  are  we  still  secure? 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more. 

£  Grant    us    the    power   cf  quickening 
grace, 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  XLIII. 

i.  nriHE  reason  we  love  friendship, 
-*-    Wc  will  deny  to  no  man, 
How  shall,  how  shall,  how  shall  we, 

Who  are  thus  forni'd  for  happiness, 
E'er  slight  a  loving  Christian, 

Since  Jesus,  Jesus,  hath  died  on  the 
tree, 
For  to  deliver  man, 

From  violence  and  treason. 
That  we  might  love  each  other, 

And  seek  our  soul's  salvation, 
"Twas   love  that  mov'd    the    mighty 
God 

For  to  redeem  the  nation, 
That  happy,  happy,  they  might  be. 


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2  111  the  feast  days,  in  ancient  times, 
Jesus  stood  thus  crying, 
Who  so  thirsteth,  let  every  man 

Come  unto  me  and  freely  drink, 
And  thus  be  sav'd  from  dying. 

For  sweetly,  surely,  there  nothing 
else  can 
Quench  the  immortal  thirst 

That  in  your  heart  is  glowing. 
Come  then  and  drink  the  streams  of 
Grace. 
Which  are  so  freely  flowing, 
Saying,  drink  my  love,  my  only  dove, 
For  you  it  is  a  flowing — 

^Then  happy,  happy,  you  shall  be. 
Let  us  who  have  begun  to  taste 
The  sweets  of  this  salvation, 
So  follow,  follow,  let  us  follow  on, 

Believing  we  shall  ever  come, 
Resisting  all  temptation. 

Since  Jesus,  Jesus,  since  Jesus  the 
Son, 
With  outstretch'd  arms, 

And  voice  that's  so  inviting, 
To  purling  streams  of  purest  joys, 

Is  thus  our  souls  exciting, 
Let  us  impart  to  him  our  hearts, 

By  faith  and  love  uniting: 
Then  happy,  happy,  we  shall  be. 


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HYMN  XLIV. 

1  JT|AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 
U  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round! 
How  the   summons  will  the   sinner's 
heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine; 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  this  God  is  mine! 
Gracious  Saviour,  own  me  in  that  day 
for  thine! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  to  sea; 
All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken. 

By  his  looks  prepare  to  flee: 
Careless  sinner,  what  will  then  become 
of  thee? 

4*  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"  Henee  accursed  wretch,  depart! 
Thou  with   satan  and  his  angels  have 
thy  part." 

5  Satan,  who  now  tries  to  please  you, 
Lest  you  timely  warning  take, 


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When  that  word  is  past,  will  seize  you- 

Plunge  you  in  the  burning  lake: 
Think,  poor  sinner,  thy  eternal  all's 
at  stake. 

But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below; 

He  will  say,  "  Come  near  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 

You  for  ever  shall  my  love  and  glory 
know." 

Under  sorrows  and  reproaehes, 

May  this  thought  your  courage  raise! 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise: 

We  shall  triumph  when  the  world  is 
in  a  blaze. 


HYMN  XLV. 

1  TfAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must 

-*-     be  gone, 

I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
'Till  I  a  better  world  do  view: 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell. 
My  loving  friends,  Farewell. 

3  Farewell  my  friends,  time  rolls  along. 
Nor  waits  for  mortal's  care  or  bliss; 
e  3 


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1  leave  you  here  and  travel  on. 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  &c. 

Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 
Tet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
And  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above, 
Farewell,  &e. 
Farewell  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for 
heaven; 
You've   counted   all  things  here  but 
dross, 
Fiajht  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be 

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giv'n. 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

Farewell  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you; 

Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road 

Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Farewell,  &e. 

Farewell  poor  careless  sinners  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you; 
O  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near. 


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HYMN  XL VI. 

1  f\F  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
^-^  I  could  for  ever  thinks  and  sing, 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive: 
Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given; 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heav'n; 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  heblush'd  in  blood, 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  shew  us  God; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know: 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  sprjng  I  fiy; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am 'ever  dry; 

Ah!  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof: 
Ah!  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough? 

HYMN  XLVII. 

1  TXE  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies! 
•""*•  Lo!     Salem's    daughters    weep 
around; 


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A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 
A    sudden    trembling    shakes    the 
ground! 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your 
load! 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man! 
But  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see; 

Jesus,  the  dead  revives  again! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb: 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell, 
How  high  our  great  deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  lie  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell. 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains! 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King! 
"  Born  to   redeem,  and    strong  to 
save!" 
Then  ask  the  monster — "  Where's  thy 
sting? 
"  And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting 
crave?" 


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HYMN  XL VIII. 

TV/TY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
-L*-*-  Damnation  and  the  dead; 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 
Upon  a  dying  bed] 

Lingering  about  these  mortal  shores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay, 
Till  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 

Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 
Amongst  abominable  fiends 

Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 
There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  darkness  makes  their  chains: 
Tortur'd  with  keen  despair  they  cry. 

Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood 
For  their  old  guilt  atones, 

Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath. 

Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 

And  well  insur  d  his  love. 


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HYMN  XLIX. 

»  T3EF0RE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
-*-*  Ye  nations  bow,  with  sacred  joy: 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men! 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we 
stray'd, 
Pie  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
A  \\ "e'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful 
songs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise: 
And    earth    with    her   ten    thousand 
tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding 
praise. 

l  Wide  as  the  world,  is  thy  command; 
Yasl  as  eternity,  thy  love: 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to 
move. 

HYMN  L. 

1    TESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
•*  Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 


Zi 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me! 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 
Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find, 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind: 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin, 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Uise  to  all  eternity! 


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HYMN  LI. 

1  rpHERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
•*■    A  heaven  where  pleasure  never 

dies, 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  sec, 
But  fear  again  'tis  not  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend,  0  hal- 
lelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate, 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

But  Jesus,  &c. 

3  I  travel  thro'  a  world  of  foes, 
Thro'  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes, 
The  tempter  cries  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

But  Jesus,  &c. 

4  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men  and  sin, 
But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see, 
And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be. 

Sweet  Jesus,  &c. 

5  Come   life,    come    death,    come   then 

what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still, 


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Thro'  dangers  thick  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

O  Jesus,  &e, 

6  Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Yonder  s  thy  Saviour,  friend  and  king, 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,   "  press   on  and  here's   the 
crown."  O  Jesus,  &c. 

Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  days, 
Fight  the  good  fight  and  win  the  race, 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain. 

O  Jesus,  &e, 

8  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  joyful  trump  shall  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

O  Jesus,  &c. 


HYMN  LIT. 

HPHUS  to  each  saint,  while  here  be- 
A  low, 

Has  God  his  love  express'd; 
My  presence  still  shall  with  thee  go. 

And  I  will  give  thee  rest. 


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2  This,  as  thy  comfort  thou  shalt  know, 

The  sweetest  and  the  best; 
My  presence  shall  with  thee  abide, 
Jind  I  will  give  thee  rest. 

3  Though  with  affliction's  swelling  tide 

Thou  sorely  art  oppress'd, 
My  presence  shall  with  thee  abide, 
And  I  will  give  thee  rest. 

4  Though  fierce  temptations  round  thee 

flow, 
And  fears  thy  soul  infest; 
Still  shall  my  presence  with  thee  go, 
Jind  I  will  give  thee  rest. 

5  Through  all  thy  pilgrimage  below, 

Thou  surely  shalt  be  bless'd; 
Thus  shall  my  presence  with  thee  go, 
Jind  I  will  give  thee  rest. 

6  When  death  to  call  thee  shall  appear, 

Still  lean  upon  my  breast; 
My  presence  shall  support  thee  there, 
Jind  I  will  give  thee  rest. 

7  Then  let  his  praise  be  our  employ, 

Till  we're  of  heaven  possess'd 
Jtlis  presence  there  shall  we  enjoy, 
And  there  heHl  give  us  rest. 


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HYMN  Lin. 

1  TTOW  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace, 
-*•-■-  AVlio  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heav'n: 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight: 

Yet,  O!  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heav'n  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  thejieav'nlypo  w'rs, 

And  antedate  that  day: 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

3  0  would  he  more  of  heav'n  bestow! 

And  let  the  vessels  break; 
Our  ransom  spirits  then  shall  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  I'll  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  2:race 


Through  all  eternity 


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HYMN  LIV. 

1  YlfHILE   shepherds  watch'd   their 

"  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  «  Fear  not,"  said  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind;) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you  and  all  mankind. 

S  iC  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day, 
"  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
"  The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
"  And  this  shall  be  the  sign, 

4  "  The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  shall 
find 
„  To  human  view  display'd, 
"  All  meanly   wrapp'd   in    swathing 
frauds, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

0  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  on  high, 
And  thus  address'd  their  song: 

fr  "AH  glory  be  to  God,  on  high, 
"  x\nd  to  the  earth  be  peace; 


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u  Good  will  henceforth,  from  heav'n 
to  men, 
"  Begin  and  never  cease." 

HYMN  LV. 

1  IVTOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
■^  At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart, 
Now  in  heaven  is  interceding, 

Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners  can  you  hate  that  Saviour, 
Can  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms; 

Here  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed, 

Shews  his  wounded  hands  and  feet — 
Father  save  them  tho'they 're  blood  red, 
Raise  them  to  a  heavenly  seat. 
Sinners,  &c.  &c. 

3  Sinners  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day; 

Turn  from  all  your  base  behaviour, 

Now,  return,  repent,  and  pray. 

Sinners,  &c.  &c. 

4  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him^ 

Bid  your  Saviour  welcome  in; 
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Now  receive,  and  love,  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  &c.  &c. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee; 
See  what  kindness,  love,  and  pity, 
Shines  around,  on  you  and  me. 
Sinners,  &c.  &c. 

6  Come!  for  all  things  now  are  ready 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more. 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame,  and  needy, 
Come  to  grace's  boundless  store. 
Sinners,  &c.  &c. 

HYMN  LVI. 

i  T3EH0LD  how  Zion  looks  abroad, 
-"-*  Like  the  sweet  purple  dawn, 
When  with  ambrosial  light  she  paints 
The  dew-drops  of  the  lawn. 

2  Fair  as  the  moon,  when  in  the  skies 

Serene;  her  throne  she  guides, 
And  e'er  the  twinkling  stars  supreme 
In  full-orb'd  glory  rides: 

3  Clear  as  the  sun,  when  from  the  east 

Without  a  cloud  he  springs, 
And  scatters  golden  light  and  heat 
From  his  refulgent  wings. 


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Tremendous  as  a  host  that  moves 

Majestically  slow, 
With  banners  wide  display'd,  all  arm'd 

And  ardent  for  the  foe. 

5  Thus  is  Messiah's  church  array'd 
With  strength  and  grace  divine, 
Thus  shall  she  strike  her  foes  with 
dread 
And  thus  her  glories  shine. 

HYMN  LVII. 

1  TNFINITE  grief!  amazing  wo! 
-■-  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord! 

Hell  and  the  Jews  conspire  his  death, 
And  us'd  the  Roman  sword. 

2  0,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain, 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore! 
When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore! 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 

In  vain  do  I  accuse: 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  spiteful  Jews: 

4  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were, 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 


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5  'Twere  you  that  pulPd  the  veng'ance 
down 
Upon  his  guiltless  head; 
Break,  break,  my  heart!  O  burst  mine 

eyes, 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 

fi  Sftike,  mighty  grace  my  flinty  soul, 
Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  unassembled  wo. 


HYMN  LVIII. 

1  pOME  on  my  partners  in  distress^ 
^  My  comrades  thro'  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel; 
A  while  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  saint's  secure  abode: 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear., 

And  by  his  side  sit  down; 


To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure: 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 
The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4-  Thrice  blessed  bliss;  inspiring  hope; 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up: 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead! 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past. 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last 

Triumphant  with  our  head. 

3  That  great  mysterious  Deity 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill   the   heav'nly  courts   with 

praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 
Of  everlasting  light. 

6  The  Father  shining  on  his  throne, 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  spirit  one  and  sev'n, 
Conspire  our  rapture  to  complete; 
And  lo!  we  fall  before  his  feet, 

And  silence  heightens  heav'n. 

7  In  hope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 
Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 

And  at  thy  footstool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravish'd  spirits  fill,. 

And  God  is  all  in  all.  ♦ 


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HYMN  LIX. 

I"  ISTED  into  the  cause  of  sin, 
-*-^  Why  should  a  good  be  evil! 
Music  alas!  too  long  has  been, 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil. 
Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light  they  lay, 

Flows  to  souls  undoing: 
Widens   and  strews  with  flow'rs  the 
way, 
Down  to  eternal  ruin. 

Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise? 

Innocent  mirth  recover? 
Fly  on  the  prey  and  take  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover? 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Ev'ry  melting  measure, 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 

Revive  the  holy  pleasure. 

Come  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 

Cannot  as  well  inspire  us; 
This  is  the  theme  of  them  above, 

This  upon  earth  will  fire  us; 
Try  if  your  hearts  are  tun'd  to  sing. 

Is  there  a  subject  greater, 
Melody  all  its  strains  may  bring, 

Jesus'  love  is  sweeter. 

Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 
He  is  the  noblest  passion;- 


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Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace. 

Happiness  and  salvation: 
Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Shew  us  our  sins  forgiven; 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

And  carry  us  to  heaven. 

5  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 

Us  who  his  mercy  raises? 
Merry  our  hearts  for  Christ  is  king, 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake. 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath, 

He  that  in  God  is  merry; 
Let  him  sing  psalms  the  spirit  saith, 

Joyfully  and  ne'er  he  wearyj 
Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise, 

Hearty  and  never  ceasing; 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 

Worship  and  thanks  and  blessing. 

7  Come  let  us  his  praises  join, 

Triumph  in  his  salvation; 
Glory  aspire  to  love  divine, 

Worship  and  adoration; 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Open'd  in  each  believer; 
Only  believe  and  then  sing  on, 

Heaven  is  yours  for  ever. 


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HYMN  LX. 

WHY  thus  east  down,  my  soul? 
Why  dost  thou  yield  to  fear, 
And  ponder  o'er  the  roll 
Of  guilt  and  darkness  here? 
Shake  off  thy  grief, 

And  soar  above, 
There's  sure  relief 
In  sov'reign  love. 

Why  do  I  thus  complain 

And  bow  my  drooping  head? 
Cheer  up,  my  soul,  again, 
,  Thy  Saviour  is  not  dead: 
Jesus,  thy  Lord, 

Is  still  the  same, 
Believe  his  word, 
And  trust  his  name. 

What  though  he  hides  his  face, 

Nor  will  one  smile  aiford, 
Thou  yet  may'st  plead  his  grace, 
And  venture  on  his  word: 
Still  all  thy  trust 
On  him  repose, 
And  own  him  just 
In  all  thy  woes. 

Why  should  distressing  thoughts, 
Why  should  distracting  cares 


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Still  aggravate  thy  faults, 
And  urge  thy  flowing  tears? 
No  longer  light 

Against  his  rod; 
But  still  delight 
And  hope  in  God. 

HYMN  LXI. 

1  TESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

**  A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee! 
Scorn'd  be  the  thought,  by  rich  and  poor, 

0  may  I  scorn  it  more  and  more. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  miue. 

3  [Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
^Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  'till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  shall  yon  field 
Blush,  when  it  thinks  who  bids  it  yield? 
Yet  blush  I  must  while  I  adore; 

1  blush  to  think  I  yield  no  more.] 

0  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend? 
No!  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 


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6  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  crimes  to  wash  away; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell;  no  soul  to  save. 

7  'Till  then  (nor  is  my  boasting  vain) 
'Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain! 
And,  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me! 

HYMN  LXII. 

1  "VTOW  begins  the  heavenly  theme. 
■^    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 
Ye  who  Jesus'  goodness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
While  to  Canaan  on  ye  move 
Bless  and  praise  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears, 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Yes,  alas,  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin; 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  a  sacred  rest; 


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Nothing  brought  from  hini  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
His  tremendous  foe  not  ours, 
To  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above; 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  LXIII. 

1  T7E  fleeting  charms  of  earth  farewell! 

•*-  Your  springs  of  joy  are  dry; 
My  soul  now  seeks  another  home; 
A  brighter  world  on  high. 

2  Farewell,  ye  friends,  whose  tender  care 

Has  long  engag'd  my  love; 
Your  fond  embrace  I  now  exchange 
For  better  friends  above. 

3  Cheerful  I  leave  this  vale  of  tears, 

Where  pains  and  sorrows  grow; 
Welcome  the  day  that  ends  my  toil, 
And  ev'ry  scene  of  woe. 

4  No  more  shall  sin  disturb  my  breast — 

My  God  shall  frown  no  more; 
The  streams  of  love  divine  shall  yield 
Transports  unknown-  before. 


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5  Fly,  then,  ye  interposing  clays; 
Lord  send  thy  summons  down; 
The  hand  that  strikes  me  to  the  dust, 
Shall  raise  me  to  a  crown. 

HYMN  LX1V. 

1  TT  ARK!  the  herald  angels  sing;, 
-"  "  Glory  to  the  new  born  King; 

6  Peace   on  earth,  and  mercy  mild? 
c;  God  and  sinners  reconcil'd:" 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

2  Christ,  hy  highest  heav'n  ador'd* 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come. 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb; 
Veil'd  in  flesh,  the  godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3  Hail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace. 
Hail  the  run  of  righteousnessf 
Light  and  life  to  ail  he  brings, 
Ris?n  with  healing  in  his  wings: 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  hy, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 


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4  Come,  desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home; 
Rise,  the  woman's  conquering  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head: 
Adam's  likeness  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place: 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  thy  love. 


HYMN  LXV. 

1  TTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
■"-  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
That  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveall 

3  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
So  sweet  the  tidings  are; 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King; 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here!" 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound; 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  sought,  but  never  found! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavn'ly  light, 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  sight! 

d  3 


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5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


HYMN  LXVL 

rpHROUGHOUT  our  Saviour's  life 
■*■  we  trace, 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace; 

No  period  else  was  seen: 
'Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell; 

Caus'd  by  the  creature's  sin. 

On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see, 
My  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  for  me: 

For  this  I'll  him  adore: 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage 
out, 

Through  ev'ry  opening  pore. 

A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore, 

His  back  with  lashes  all  was  tore; 

'Till  one  the  bones  might  see: 


, 


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Mocking  they  push'd  him  here  and 

there 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 
Press'd  by  sin's  heavy  tree. 

Thus  up  the  hill  he  heavy  came, 
Round  him  they  mock'd   and    made 
their  garnet 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear: 
And  can  you  see  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load; 

Without  one  thankful  tear? 


5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  with  anguish  on  the  tree: 
What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell! 

The  shudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  de- 
cline, 

The  mourning  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 
When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout  brethren,  shout  with  songs  di- 

vine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine: 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst: 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 

To  praise  your  precious  Christ. 


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HYMN  LXVII. 

4   TESUS,  when  I  can  see  thy  face, 
**  And  feel  the  influence  of  thy  grace,  i 
I  can  all  outward  woes  sustain, 
And  own  thee  just  in  every  pain, 

2  But,  O  how  high  my  sorrows  rise, 
How  sad,  how  doleful  are  my  cries, 
How  insupportable  my  smart 
When  thou  refuse  to  cheer  my  heart! 

3  The  frowns  of  friends  whom  I  revere 
May  cause  my  eyes  to  drop  a  tear: 
But  the  displeasure  of  my  God 
Prove!  to  my  soul  the  sharpest  rod. 

4  Lord  wherefore  dost  thou  hide  thy  face; 
Why  dost  thou  still  withhold  thygrace? 
I  ask, — whileri^my  sins  deplore, 

Is  mercy  gone  for  evermore? 

5  Will  God  no  more  regard  my  woes? 
No  more  sustain?  no  more  compose? 
What! — am  1  from  his  presence  drove, 
No  more  to  taste  or  feel  his  love? 

6  Jesus,  I  still  resolve,  by  grace, 

To  trust  thy  word,  and  seek  thy  face,' 
Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  plead  thy  care, 
And,  if  I  must,  I'll  perish  there. 


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HYMN  LXVIII. 

1  "V/f  Y  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call, 
-L*-"-  Arise  and  look  around  you: 
How  many  foes,  bound  to  oppose. 

Are  waiting  to  confound  you. 
The  trumpet  calls,  on  Zion's  walls, 

Shake  off*  your  sleep  and  slumber; 
Arise  and  pray,  we'll  win  the  day, 

Tho'  we  are  few  in  number. 

2  As  we  draw  nigh,  objections  fly, 

Like  peals  of  loudest  thunder; 
The  voice  of  prayer,  makes  sinners 
stare, 

They're  fill'd  with  awe  and,  wonder. 
While  music  sweet  makes  some  retreat, 

Our  Jesus  still  draws  nigher; 
His  precious  name  lights  up  the  flame, 

That  set  our  souls  on  fire. 

3  While  grace  divine  in  others  shine, 

With  such  we  are  delighted; 
With  them  we  crowd  and  sing  so  loud, 

Poor  sinners  are  affrighted. 
The  sweetest  joys  our  pow'rs  employ, 

To  see  the  cause  advancing; 
Tho'  some  go  off  and  boldly  seoif, 

And  say  that  we  are  dancing. 

4*  Some  mournfully  for  mercy  cry, 
And  stubborn  hearts  are  bended; 


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Jf  we  but  smile  they  say  we're  wild, 

And  so  go  off  offended: 
If  souls  are  born  we'll  bear  the  scorn, 

Let  sinners  tell  their  story; 
For  Jesus'  name  we'll  bear  the  shame,^ 

And  give  him  all  the  glory. 
Whe  j  some  desert,  it  pains  my  heart, 

To  think  the  cause  is  wounded; 
But  let  them  go,  true  Christians  know 

That  they  are  not  confounded. 
They'll  end  their  race  and  find  a  place,   | 

With  Judas  the  old  traitor; 
Their  race  is  run,  let  us  press  on, 

We'll  go  to  heaven  the  faster. 

But  as  we  fly  we'll  always  cry, 

To  God  for  their  salvation; 
O  God  of  love  send  from  above, 

And  save  this  wicked  nation. 
Thy  spirit  send,  their  hearts  to  rend, 

Arrest  them  with  thy  thunder; 
Let    sweetest     songs     employ    their 
tongues, 

While  fill'd  with  joy  and  wonder. 

The  outward  blaze  sometimes  decays. 

Some  Christians  seem  contented; 
The  word  is  sure,  the  work  is  o'er, 

They'll  be  no  more  tormented. 
Some  are  afraid  the  spirit's  fled, 

While  others  are  offended: 


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Cut  never  fear  we'll  persevere, 

The  warfare  is  not  ended. 
8  To  men  unknown  the  seed  is  sown, 

We'll  overcome  temptation; 
The  cross  we'll  bear,  let's  not  despair. 

We'll  joy  in  tribulation. 
The  noisy  scene  comes  on  again, 

The  shouting  trump  is  sounded; 
We   find   at    length,   we're    gaining 
strength; 

Our  foes  will  be  confounded. 

HYMN  LXIX.. 

1  T'M  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day 
•■-We  met  to  sing,  and  preach  and 

pray; 
Here's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
Which  makes  me  praise  my  Lord  so 

bold. 

2  Lord,   keep    us    safe   while    passing 

through, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  meekness  too: 
Redeeming  grace  that  pleasing  song, 
We'll  sing  as  we  do  pass  along. 

3  I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  rise, 
And  shout  salvation  through  the  skies, 
Sing  glory,  glory  in  the  air, 

Meet  all  my  Father's  children  there.. 


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HYMN  LXX. 

1  TN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
•*■  Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight. 
And  stopt  my  wild  career. 

3  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  of  blood; 
He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me; 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath, 
Shall  I  forget  that  look; 
He  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death,,    ' 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4<  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

9  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

ft  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  dy'd  that  thou  may'st  live. 


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7  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 
My  spirits  now  were  fill'd; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  LXXL 
TTAIL!  all  hail,  the  glorious  morn- 

Whenever  Jesus  from  the  tomb 
Rises  like  a  God  adorning, 

All  whose  hearts  prepare  him  room, 
Lo!  he  bursts  the  gloomy  prison, 

Springs   to  life  from  death's   cold 
chain; 
Lo!  the  mighty  conqueror's  risen, 

Never  more  to  die  again. 

Now  no  more  a  man  of  sorrows, 

Now  no  more  oppressed  with  grief? 
Now  no  more  distressed  with  horrors 

Of  a  lingering  painful  death. 
See  him  set  in  blissful  regions, 

On  his  Father's  glorious  throne 
Midst  the  bright  celestial  legions 

AYith  his  glorious  Father  one- 
He  is  yet  to  come  surrounded 

By  a  bright  angelic  train, 
When  the  awful  trump  is  sounded 

Thundering  thro'  the  starry  plain, 

B 


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Then  from  earth  and  seas  are  spring- 
ing 

Saints  who  far  the  sun  out-shines, 
Jesus  glorious  praises  singing 

All  immortal,  all  divine. 

4  O  that  I,  no  more  oppressed, 

Then  may  rise  his  praise  to  sing, 
That  1  may  with  all  the  blessed, 

Make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
While  the  earth  and  skies  are  blazing, 

May  I  mount  on  wings  of  love, 
When  I  may  my  God  be  praising, 

With  the  blood  wash'd  throng  above. 

HYMN  LXXII. 

1  T>E ACE,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st 
•*-  not  fear! 

Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near; 
Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  still, 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry: 

His  promise  all  may  freely  claim, 
4i  Ask  and  receive  in  Jesu?s  name." 

3  His  stores  are  open,  all,  and  free 
To  such  as  truly  upright  be; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  o;ive  for  food, 
With  all  things  else  which  he  sees  good. 


99 

4  Your  sacred  hairs  which  are  so  small. 
By  God  himself,  are  numbered  all; 
This  truth  he's  publish'd  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  trust  the  Lord. 

5  The  ravens,  daily,  he  doth  feed, 
And  sends  them  food  as  they  have  need; 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  store, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 

6  Then  do  not  seek  with  anxious  care, 
What  ye  shall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear; 
Your  heav'nly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  these  things  you  need, 

7  Without   reserve    give    Christ    your 

heart; 
Let  him  his  righteousness  impart; 
Then  all  things  else  he'll  freely  give; 
With  him  you  all  things  shall  receive. 

8  Thus  shall  the  soul  be  truly  blesr> 
That  seeks  in  God  his  only  rest; 
May  I  that  happy  person  be, 

In  time  and  in  eternity! 

HYMN  LXXIII. 

1  TIOWN  headlong  from  their  native 

*"-*.    skies 

The  rebel  angels  fell, 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 

Pursu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 


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,2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss 
Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd; 
And  Jesus  stoop'd  beneath  the  grave 
To  reach  a  sinking  world. 

3  O  love  of  infinite  degree! 

Unmeasurable  grace 
Must  heavVs  eternal  darling  die 
To  save  a  trait'rous  race? 

4  Must  angels  sink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchless  fire, 
While  God  forsakes  his  shining  throne 
To  raise  us  wretches  higher? 

5  O  for  this  love  let  earth  and  skies 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  sing. 

HYMN  LXXIV. 

1  "^/|~EEK,  patient  Lamb  of  God,  to 
-I**-  thee 

I  fly,  thy  meekness  give  to  me: 
I  choose  thee  for  my  life,  my  crown: 
I  pant  to  have  thee  all  my  own: 
Thou  seest  my  heart,  thou  know'st  my 

love, 
From  thee  I  never  will  remove: 
No  shame  I  fear,  no  pain  or  loss, 
But  gladly  follow  to  the  crosg. 


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2  Make  clean  as  wool  my  filthy  heart, 
Wash  white  as  snow  my  every  part: 
Give  me  in  stillness  to  sustain 
Whate'er  thy  wisdom  shall  ordain. 
Carve  for  thyself  in  me,  and  make 
My  heart  thy  Lamb-like  image  take: 
Yea,  slay  me,  Lord,  and  offer  me 

A  pure  burnt  sacrifice  to  thee. 

3  Bind,  Father,  hand  and  foot  thy  Son, 
Nor  leave  thy  work  till  all  be  done: 
O  never  let  me,  Lord,  go  free 

Till  all  my  heart's  resign'd  to  thee: 
Then  quickly  to  the  altar  lead, 
And  suffer  me  no  more  to  plead: 
No  longer  with  the  old  Jidam  bear: 
Lead  on,  dear  Lord,  consume  him  there. 


HYMN  LXXV. 

XTE  saints  attend  the  Saviour's  voice? 
-*•  Found  in  his  word  of  grace; 
He  says  and  in  it,  O  rejoice, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace. 

CHORUS. 

O  glory  hallelujah,  praise  ye  my  God, 
O  glory  hallelujah,  love  and  serve  the 
Lord. 

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2  Though  storms  and  tempests  round  you 

roar, 
And  foes  and  fears  increase; 
He  says,  and  what  could  he  say  more, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace. 

3  What  though  afflictions  still  abound, 

Nor  do  temptations  cease; 
He  says,  and  O,  how  sweet  the  sound! 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace. 

4  What  though  your  hearts  with  sorrow 

bleed, 
And  sighs  and  tears  increase; 
He  says,  and  O,  'tis  true  indeed, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace. 

5  Though  you  shall  pass  through  death's 

cold  flood, 
To  gain  your  wish'd  release; 
He  says  and  sure  he'll  make  it  good, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace. 

6  When  you  his  face  in  glory  view, 

Where  joy  can  ne'er  decrease; 
Eternity  shall  prove  it  true, 
In  him  ye  shall  have  peace. 

HYMN  LXXVI. 

1  TTARK!    how   the  gospel    trumpet 

•"•-*•   sounds, 

While  far  and  wide  its  echo  bounds; 


103 

And  Jesus  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God: 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word, 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail!  all  victorious  conquering  Lord, 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd; 
Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 

And  brought  salvation   through  thy 

name: 
That  we  with  thee  might  ever  reign, 

In  endless  day. 

3  Thy  blood  dear  Jesus,  once  was  spilt, 
To  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  guilt; 
And  sinners  now  may  come  to  God, 
And  find  salvation  through  thy  blood: 
And  sail  by  faith  upon  that  flood, 

To  endless  day. 

4  Through  storms  and  calms  by  faith 

we  steer, 
By  feeble  hope  and  gloomy  fear; 
'Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan's  shore, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more; 
We'll  shout,  our  trials  all  are  o'er, 

To  endless  day. 

5  We  are  but  pilgrims  here  below, 
And  all  our  lives  are  full  of  woe? 


1U* 

Lord  give  us  courage  ou  our  way, 
That  we  may  never  go  astray: 
But  last  with  thee  in  glory  sway, 
In  endless  day. 

6  Fight  on  ye  conquering  souls  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
The  palms  of  vict'ry  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share: 
And  crown  of  glory  ever  wear, 

To  endless  day. 

7  There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join, 
And  saints  and  angels  all  combine; 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move: 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 

In  endless  day. 

HYMN  LXXVII. 

1  Jnpis  my  beloved's  awful  voice; 

-■-  He  comes — he  calls  me  to  rejoice; 
'Tis  he  himself,  my  soul,  and  none  but  he; 
I  know  him  by  his  wounded  side, 
I  know  him,  for  his  robes  are  dyed, 
Dyed  in  that  precious  blood  he  shed  for 
me. 

2  He  comes! — I'm  filPd  with  holy  fear, 
I  blush  and  weep  as  he  draws  near; 

Although  I  see  a  pardon  in  his  hand, 


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105 

I  feel  my  sorrows  melt  and  more, 
Because  I've  sinn'd  against  such  love, 
Against  a  friend  so  glorious  and  so  goodj 

3  He  comes! — I  deeper  sink  in  shame, 
I  love  and  venerate  his  name, 

And  wise  to  love  him  more; 
O,  for  a  flaming  seraph's  zeal! 
Oh,  for  that  warmth  which  angels  feel! 

Like  them  I'd  live,  like  them  I'd  love, 
like  them  I  would  adore. 

HYMN  LXXVIIL 

1  T  O!  we  see  the  sign  appearing, 
•"  Jesus  comes  the  judge  severe, 
Hell  is  trembling  with  a  quaking, 

Sinners  shriek  with  awful  fear! 

Come  to  judgment!  come  to  judgment! 

Stand  your  awful  doom  to  hear. 

2  See  the  world  in  flames  is  burning, 

Mountains  and  hills  away  they  fly. 
The  moon  in  blood,  the  stars  are  fall- 

Comets  blazing  through  the  sky. 
Thunders  rolling!  thunders  rolling! 
Sinners  now  for  help  they  cry. 

3  From  the  general  conflagration, 

Mounts  the  righteous  up  on  high, 
Gain  the  hope  of  their  salvation, 
Live  with  God  no  more  to  die. 


106 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Glory  to  the  lamb  they  cry. 

Stop  my  soul,  look  back  and  wonder 
See  the  wicked  left  behind, 

Hear  them  crying,  weeping,  wailing, 
For  a  moment's  ease  to  find, 

Doonrd  to  sorrow,  doom'd  to  sorrow, 
In  the  lake  of  hell  confin'd. 

HYMN  LXXIX. 

.  4  S  near  to  calvary  I  pass'd 

-**-  Methought  I  saw  a  massy  cross, 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs; 
His  flesh  the  rugged  iron  tore, 
His  limbs  all  stain'd  with  purple  gore, 

Gasping  with  dying  pangs. 

Wond'ring  the  spectacle  to  see, 
Who  can  this  bleeding  victim  be, 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
Who  thus  consigu'd  to  woes  I  cry'd? 
'Tis  I,  the  bleeding  Lamb  reply'd, 

To  save  a  world  from  sin. 

How  can  it  be?  my  soul  replies, 
Jesus  for  mortal  rebels  dies, 

What!  Jesus  die  for  me? 
Yes,  faith  th'  expiring  Son  of  God# 
I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood. 

For  thee,  poor  soul  for  theev. 


107 

4  Lord,  if  thy  life  thou'st  freely  given, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heaven, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  charms; 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  God,  I  fall, 
I  give  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all; 

O  take  me  to  thy  arms. 

5  All  others  I  will  bid  adieu, 
My  dying  lover  I'll  pursue, 

And  bless  the  slaughtered  Lamb: 
My  life,  my  breath,  my  strength,  my 

days, 
I  will  devote  to  spread  thy  praise, 

And  celebrate  thy  name. 

6  And  when  my  days  on  earth  shall  cease, 
I'll  leave  these  mortal  climes  in  peace, 

And  stretch  to  realms  above; 
I'll  join  in  praise  immortal  strains, 
There  where  my  heavenly  lover  reigns, 

And  feast  upon  his  love. 

HYMN  LXXX. 

1   i^OME,  O  thou  universal  good! 
^  Balm  of  the  wounded  conscience 

come! 
The  hungry,  dying  spirit's  food; 
The    weary,    wand'ring   pilgrim's 
home; 
Haven  to  take  the  shipwreck'd  in, 
My  everlasting  rest  from  sin! 


108 

2  Come,  O  my  comfort  and  delight! 
My  strength,  and  health,  and  shield, 
and  sun; 
My  boast,  my  confidence,  and  might, 
My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown; 
My  gospel  hope,  my  calling's  prize, 
My  tree  of  life,  my  paradise. 

HYMN  LXXXI. 

1  TESTIS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
**  To  thee  for  help  we  fly: 

Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
For  O  the  wolf  is  nigh! 

2  He  comes  of  hellish  malice  full, 

To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay; 
He  seizes  ev'ry  straggling  soul, 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thine  arm; 
Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  pow'r, 

While  by  our  shepherd's  side; 
The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

<5  O  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee! 


109 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 
Together  let  us  die; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  LXXXII. 

1  A  LAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
•**-  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 

For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 


And  love  beyond  degree 


3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in; 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour,  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  sin! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  (lebt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  mvself  away: 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


110 


HYMN  LXXXIII. 

j  ri^HE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes; 
-*■  The  spices  yield  a  rice  perfume; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive: 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flows  to  ev'ry  vine, 

/       Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun; 

My  soul  a  witness  is: 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me: 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner,  legions  went; 

Jesus  did  him  relieve. 


Ill 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  a  shining  throne, 

From  Jesus'  grace  on  high: 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain. 
We  drink  and  drink,  and  drink  agaiu. 

And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply: 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

Which  never  will  run  dry. 

8  There  will  we  reign,  and  shout,  and 

sing, 
And  make  the  npper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  shall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
And  claim  my  mansion  there. 


112 

Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my 

hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 
10  There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  shore, 
We'll  sino;  and  shout  our   suiF'rinffs 
o  er, 
In  sweet  redeeming  love: 
We'll  shout  and  praise  our  conq'ring 

King, 
Who  dy'd  himself  that  he  might  bring 
Us  rebels  near  to  God. 

HYMN  LXXXIV. 

1  TN  the  house  of  king  David  a  foun- 
-■-     tain  doth  spring 

For  sin   and  uncleanness  form  Jesus 

our  king; 
This  fountain  flows  sweetly  whenever 

apply'd, 
It  sprang  from  the  bowels  of  Christ 

when  he  dy'd. 

2  This  fountain  was  open'd  by  th'  sol- 

dier's spear, 
The  blood  and  the  water  flow'd  both 

out  so  dearr 
It  is  balsom  for  the  wounded,  and  balm 

for  the  sick, 
'Tis  sight  for  the  blinded,  and  strength 

for  the  weak. 


113 

3  If  you  are  distressM  and  burdenM  with 

sin, 
Come  wash  in  this  fountain,  and  you 

shall  be  clean;  f- 

Here's  all  things  provided  for  sinners 

undone, 
And  you  are  invited  and  welcome  to 

come. 

4  If  you  are  o*erburdenM  with  moun- 

tains of  thrall, 
This  well  of  salvation  stands  open  for 

all: 
Come  draw,  when  you  are  weary,  and 

drink  when  your'e  dry, 
It  was  for  the  needy  that  Jesus  did  die, 

5  If  you  are  distress  'd  with  mountains 

of  guilt, 
O   wash  in  this  fountain   that  Jesus 

hath  spilt; 
You  need  not  go  mourning  for  sin  very 

long, 
Believe  in  your  Saviour,  and  sing  the 

new  song. 

6  The  song  of  salvation,  it  is  so  divine, 
There's  music  and  melody  in  ev'ry 

line: 

e  3 


114 

It  was  sung  by  the  Hebrews  when  de- 

liv'rance  they  found, 
When  Simeon   finds   Jesus,   sweet 

praises  doth  sound. 

7  There  is  a  day  coming  in  which  saints 

shall  sing 

Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesus  our 
King, 

Then  we  shall  mount  up  from  all  sor- 
row and  pain, 

The  kingdom  of  heaven  eternally  gain. 

8  O  sinners,  we're  traveling  to   yonder 

bright  world 
From  which  by  transgression,  the  an- 
gels were  hurl'd; 
We  bid  you  a  final,  eternal  farewell, 
Unless  you're  converted,  you  will  sink 
to  hell. 

9  Awake,  O  poor  sinner!  awake  from 

your  sin! 
But  if  you  will  slight  us  again  and 

again, 
Tho'  sorry  to  leave  you,  and  for  you 

we'll  pray, 
When  God  speaks  your  sentence,  Amen 

we  must  say. 


115 

HYMN  LXXXV. 

1 T  SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death; 
-*■  He  conquer'd  when  he  fell, 
"  'Tis  finish'd,"  said  his  dying  breath, 
And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 
2  "  'Tis  finish'd,"  our  Immanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done; 
Hence  shall  his  sovereign  throne  arise, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

"3  His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid 
For  glory  and  renown, 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pass'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  side 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord; 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  saints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  sev'ral  crowns, 
And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  fly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

HYMN  LXXXYI. 

1   QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts, 
^   And  thou,  O  earth,  adore; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their 
coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 


116 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne; 
There  all  his  stores  of  light'ning  lie, 
'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  nostrils  hreathe  out  fiery  streams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  sov-reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  the  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad! 

5  What  shall  the  wretch  the  sinner  do, 

He  who  defy'd  the  Lord? 
But  he  shall  dread  the  thunderer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word.   * 

6  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll, 

To,  blast  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 
In  one  eternal  storm. 


HYMN  LXXXVIL 

Fx\R  from   these  narrow  scenes  of 
night, 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  deliajht, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 


117 

2  There  pain  and  sickness  never  comer, 

And  grief  no  more  complains; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

For  ever  bright  and  fair! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray; 
But  glory  froui  the  sacred  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

5  O  may  the  heav'nly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  ev'ry  thought  above. 

6  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

HYMN  LXXXVIII. 

1        A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

-£*-  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears. 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands: 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 


118 

He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede; 
His  ail-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary: 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 
They  strongly  speak  for  me: 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One; 
He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  his  Son: 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear: 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh. 
And  Father,  Abba  Father!  cry. 

HYMN  LXXXIX. 

COME  and  taste  along  with  me, 
Consolation  running  free: 


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From  my  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

CHORUS. 

I'll  praise  God,  and  you'll  praise  God, 
And  we'll  all  praise  God  together, 
I'll  praise  the  Lord,  for  the  work  that 

he  has  done, 
And  we'll  bless  his  name  for  ever. 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone? 
Two  are  better  far  than  one, 

The  more  that  comes  with  free  good 

will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more, 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream. 
Through  the  New  Jerusalem; 
By  its  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both, 

5  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud, 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God, 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

6  Heaven  here  and  heaven  there. 
Comforts  flowing  ev'ry  where; 
This  I  boldly  can  attest, 
That  my  soul  lias  got  a  taste. 


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T  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume; 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

8  O  return,  ye  sons  of  grace, 

Turn  and  see  God's  smiling  face, 
Hark!  He  calls  backsliders  home, 
Then  from  him  no  longer  roam. 

I'll  praise  God  and  you'll  praise  God, 
And  we'll  all  praise  God  together, 
I'll  praise  the  Lord  for  the  work  that 

he  has  done, 
And  we'll  bless  his  name  for  ever. 

HYMN  XC. 

1  VT^AND'RING  pilgrims,  mourning 

"  christians, 

Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  rich  and  costly  feast; 
Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 

Come  the  sweet  provision  taste. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting, 
He  will  give  you  gospel  grace. 


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If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 
Love  and  serve  him  all  your  days, 

Only  come  to  Christ  and  ask  him, 
He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

3  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 

Doubting  Jesus'  pard'ning  love: 
Lay  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting, 

Till  the  troubled  waters  move. 
If  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 

All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk; 
Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you, 

Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk. 

4  If  like  Peter  you  are  sinking, 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief; 
Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 

Christ  will  send' you  sweet  relief; 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 

All  your  wants  shall  be  supply'd, 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 

Rise,  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

5  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  you  through  the 
gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  you  to  his  home; 
There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  plea- 
sure, 
Free  from  every  want  and  care: 


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Come,  O!  come  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 

HYMN  XCI. 

1  A/I" Y    life   declines,  my    strength  is 
jJfR.  gone, 

Disease  and  pains  prevail; 
Death  threatens  to  arrest  me  soon, 
My  heart  and  flesh  doth  fail. 

2  Soon  must  I  leave  this  body  here, 

Soon  must  my  soul  away; 
O  awful  thought! — my  soul,  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day! 

3  Soon  must  I  pass  the  solemn  test, 

How  soon,  my  judge  can  tell! 
When   he  with   smiles  shall  call  me 
blest, 
Or  frown  me  down  to  hell. 

4  0  how  shall  I  prepare  my  heart 

Eternal  life  to  gain; 
Jesus,  thy  grace,  thy  strength  impart, 
Or  all  I  do  is  vain. 

5  I  cannot  for  one  sin  atone, — 

I  swell  with  pride  no  more: 
All  the  best  duties  I  have  done 
I've  reason  to  deplore. 

6  Jesus,  on  thee  alone  I  lean, 

Do  thou  my  soul  prepare; 


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0  cleanse  my  heart  from  every  sin, 
And  fix  thy  dwelling  there. 

7  Renew'd  and  justified  by  grace, 
Complete  I  then  shall  stand, 
Before  th'  Almighty  Father's  face, 
When  he  my  life  demand. 

HYMN  XCII. 

1  T  ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are! 
■*-*  How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jesus  spreads  the  sacred  feast 

Of  his  redeeming  grace! 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  sweetest  glories  shine; 
There  Jesus  says  that  "  I  am  his, 
"  And  my  Beloved's  mine." 

3  "  Here,"  says  the  kind  redeeming  Lord? 

And  shows  his  wounded  side, 
"  See  here  the  spring  of  all  vour joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  died!" 

4  [He  smiles  and  cheers   my  mournful 

heart, 
And  tells  of  all  his  pain: 
"  All  this,"  says  he  "  I  bore  for  thee;" 
And  then  he  smiles  again.] 

5  What  shall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  so  vast  as  this? 


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He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  seals  it  with  a  kiss. 

6  [Let  such  amazing  loves  as  these 

Be  sounded  all  abroad; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God/] 

7  To  him  that  wash'd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlasting  praise; 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Eternal  as  his  days. 

HYMN  XCIII. 

1  QTOP  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
^   Before  you  farther  go: 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink, 
Of  everlasting  wo. 

2  Say  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose; 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 

3  Although  your  heart's  as  hard  as  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass; 
God  at  last  will  make  you  feel, 
He  will  not  let  you  pass. 

4  Pale  faced  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 
There  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  fill  you  with  despair. 


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5  Can  yon  stand  that  dreadful  day, 

When  judgment  is  proclaim'd? 
The  earth  and  sea  shall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame. 

6  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  cry, 

Who  now  despise  his  grace; 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

7  But  in  the  Lord,  there  still  is  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know: 

Although  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 

8  It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd, 

'Tis  Christ  that  bids  them  come; 
None  that  comes  shall  be  deny'd, 
For  still  he  cries  there's  room. 

CHORUS. 

Onee  again  I  charge  you  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take; 

Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop, 
Into  the  burning  lake. 


HYMN  XCIV. 

TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
■*•  My  journey  I'll  pursue: 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 


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2  Thro'  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  \J  Stay/  says   the  world,  «  and  taste 

awhile 
6  My  ev'ry  pleasant  sweet;' 
Hinder  me  not,  my  soul  replies, 
Because  the  way  is  great. 

4  '  Stay,'  satan,  my  old  master,  cries, 

6  Or  force  shall  thee  detain;' 
Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone — 
My  God  hath  broke  thy  chain.  J 

0  Thro'  duty  and  thro'  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
Hinder  me  not — come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

HYMN  XCV. 

1  "  SHEPHERDS  rejoice,lift  up  your 

^         eyes, 

"  And  send  your  fears  away, 
"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies; 
"  Salvation's  born  to-day. 


2  "  Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here. 
"  But  not  as  monarch's  do. 

3  «  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

"  Nor  royal  shining  things; 
"  A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands; 
"  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  "  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

«  And  see  his  humble  throne: 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
"  Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son." 

5  Thus    Gabriel    sang,     and    straight 

around, 
The  heav'nly  armies  throng; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song: 

6  "  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

"  Let  peace  surround  the  earth; 
"  Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's 
love, 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

7  Lord!    and  shall   angels   have   their 

songs, 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raise? 
O  may  we  loose  these  useless  tongues 
When  wc  forget  to  praise! 


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Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

That  pity'd  us  forlorn, 
We  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  love, 

For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 


HYMN  XCVL 

1     A    SOLDIER  of  the  cross  am  I, 
■**-  Assur'd  of  certain  victory: 
Tho'  num'rous  foes  against  me  rise, 
To  keep  me  from  the  glorious  prize; 
For  Jesus  is  my  constant  friend, 

O  hallelujah,  hallelujah! 
Jesus  will  my  cause  defend. 

3  I  take  the  helmet,  sword  and  shield, 
And  boldly  march  into  the  field; 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  march  oppose, 
I'll  stand  against  my  envious  foes; 
For  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend, 

O  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

3  While   passing   through  the  vale  of 

tears, 
Beset  with  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 
I  onward  move  at  his  command; 
And  hope  to  reach  the  promis'd  land. 
For  Jesus,  &c. 

4  By  faith  I  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  take  a  look  beyond  the  flood, 


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The  joys  of  paradise  I  see, 
The  bliss  my  Saviour  bought  for  me; 
O  Jesus,  &c. 

5  While  here  I  stand  and  look  and  love, 
And  wait  his  coming  from  above, 

I  feel  a  foretaste  of  that  bliss, 
And  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is: 

O  Jesus,  &c. 

6  When  on  that  heavenly  shore  I  stand, 
And  meet  the  saints  at  God's  right 

hand, 
I'll  join  to  sing  and  shout  and  tell, 
How  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

O  Jesus  save  me  to  the  end; 
O  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Jesus  is  my  eternal  friend. 

HYMN  XCVII. 

1  f\  WHAT  a  vain  and  empty  world 
"         is  this! 

And  must  I  travel  on  this  barren 
ground? 
It  ean  afford  no  true  substantial  bliss; 
Nothing  but  sin  and  sorrow's  to  be 
found. 

2  How  little  do  I  here  enjoy  of  God? 

At  dissolution  I  could  now  rejoice; 


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I  long  to  leave  this  gloomy,  dark  abode, 
And  bid  farewell  to  earth  and  all  its 
noise. 

3  Fain  would  I  sing — "  Farewell,  vain 

world,  adieu! 
"  Farewell  to  all  the  allurements  to 
sin: 
"  Farewell  my  friends!  a  short  fare- 
well to  you, 
"  We  part  awhile —  but  soon  shall 
meet  again. 

4  «  Farewell  to  pains,  to  weakness,  and 

to  cares; 
"  Farewell  reproach,  and  poverty, 
and  shame; 
"  Farewell  to  sickness,  misery,  and 
tears; 
"  Farewell  revilers  of  my  worthless 


5  Come  death,  thou  welcome  messenger 
appear, 
I  would  embrace  thee  with  extended 
arms; 
T?  untie  the  silken  bands  that  hold  me 
here, 
Instead  of  horror  thou  shalt  come 
with  charms. 


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6  My  sin  is  pardon'd  and  thy  sting  is 
gone, 
I  sing  the  vict'ry  through  my  Sa- 
viour's blood: 
Eager  I  pant  for  my  celestial  crown; 
6  when  shall  I  appear  before  my 
God! 

HYMN  XCVIII. 

1  i^OME  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
^  And  listen  while  I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 

The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 

2  The  flatt'ring  joys  of  sense 

Assail'd  my  foolish  heart, 
While  satan,  with  malicious  skill, 
Guided  the  poisonous  dart. 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 

But  fell  to  rise  again; 
My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasure  sprung  from  pain. 

4  Darkness,  and  shame:  and  grief 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind: 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

5  At  length,  to  God  I  cry'd; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh, 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high, 


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6  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd, 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 
Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

7  O!  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God! 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

HYMN  XCIX. 

1  f\  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
^-^  My  Redeemer  from  all  sin; 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 

Yearning  bowels  from  within; 
I  will  praise  thee, 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin? 

2  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM: 
I  with  them  would  still  be  vieing, 

Glory,  glory,  to  the  Lamb; 
O  how  precious, 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name! 

3  Now  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder, 

Whence  the  healing  stream  arose; 
Angel  minds  are  lost  to  ponder, 

Dying  loves'  mysterious  cause; 
Yet  the  blessing, 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 


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4  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour, 

He  almighty  grace  hath  shown; 
Pardon'd  guilt,  and  purchas'd  favour, 

This  he  makes  to  mortals  known: 
Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory,  is  his  own. 

5  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 

Unperceiv'tl  they  mixt  the  throng; 
Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 

Glad  to  join  the  holy  song: 
Hallelujah, 
Love,  and  praise  to  Christ  belong, 

HYMN  C. 

1  AH!  see  that  lifeless  clay, 

***-  'Tis  dead,  and  lives  no  more; 
But  lo!  the  man  has  wing'd  his  way 
To  Zion's  happy  shore. 

2  The  flesh  and  blood  are  left, 

The  man  is  fled  and  gone; 
And  of  his  cumb'rous  load  bereft, 
A  brighter  form  puts  on. 

3  His  body  though  he  gives 

To  feed  the  crawling  worm; 
He  now  a  nobler  spirit  lives, 
In  a  substantial  form. 

I  There's  nothing  lost  by  death, 
Except  the  lump  of  clay; 


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Nor  is  the  soul  a  puff  of  breath, 
Like  vapour  blown  away. 

5  The  spirit  is  the  man, 

Of  ev'ry  pow'r  possess'd; 
A  living  substance  now  he  stands, 
And  is  for  ever  bless'd. 

6  Then  let  us  all  rejoice, 

Our  friend  and  brother  lives; 
With  angels  now  he  joins  his  voice. 
And  praise  to  Jesus  gives. 

HYMN  CL 

1  TTOW  oft  doth  beauty  lead  to  sin. 
-*--*-  x\nd  tempt  the  heart  to  stray; 
It  charms  awhile,  then  hides  again, 

And  soon  it  fades  away! 

2  Not  all  the  art.  and  pains,  and  care 

Of  men  can  make  it  sure: 

Nor  can  the  fairest  of  the  fair 

The  transient  bliss  secure. 

3  Sickness  and  pain  may  soon  disgrace 

The  most  admired  charms; 
Soon  they  must  sleep  in  death's  em- 
brace, 
And  loose  their  lovely  forms. 

4  How  vain  is  beauty,  then  my  muse! 

Unworthy  of  thy  lays; 


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Turn,  and  a  nobler  subject  choose. 
Let  virtue  have  thy  praise. 

5  How  wise  is  she  whose  constant  care 

Pursues  the  heavenly  road; 
She  shall  the  Eternal's  favour  share, 
And  every  real  good. 

6  She  ever  shuns  the  snares  of  vice; 

How  circumspect  her  ways! 
Wise  in  simplicity  she  is; 
Unsought  her  general  praise. 

7  If  she  is  call'd  to  mingle  souls, 

How  cautious  is  her  choice; 
Xo  vain  pretence  her  love  controuls, 
She  scorns  the  flatterer's  voice. 

S  United,  see,  illustrious  shines 
The  tender,  prudent  wife; 
Humility  her  soul  refines, 
Grace  governs  all  her  life. 

9  What  undissembled  love  she  bears 

To  him  who  has  her  hand: 
How  does  she  soften  all  his  cares, 
And  all  his  woes  attend! 

10  Is  she  a  friend? — how  kind  and  true 

Her  charity  how  pure! 
Her  friendship  is  not  like  the  dew 
That  passes  in  an  hour. 

11  She  shall  be  prais'd  when  beauty  fails, 

And  years  and  age  increase; 


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She  shall  be  blest  while  grace  prevails, 
And  end  her  days  in  peace. 

HYMN  CII. 

1  f\  LOVE    divine!    what    hast    thou 
"         done! 

Jesus  my  Lord  hath  dy'd  for  me! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son, 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree: 
Th'  atoning  Lamb  for  me  hath  dy'd; 
My  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucify'd. 

2  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pass  by, 

The   bleeding   Prince   of   life  and 
peace! 
Come  see,  ye  worms,  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say  was  ever  grief  like  his? 
Come  feel,  with  me,  his  blood  apply'd; 
My  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucify'd. 

3  Is  crucify'd  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God: 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  Jesu's  blood: 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  side: 
My  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucify'd. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream: 
All  things  for  him  account  but  loss, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him; 
Of  nothing  think  or  speak  beside, 
My  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucify'd* 


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HYMN  CIII. 

1  A  H  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
-**-  What  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair? 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare: 
With  solemn  delight  I  survey 

The  corpse  when  the  spirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 

2  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind: 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 
No  longer  is  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain: 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again: 
No  anger,  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  passion  is  vanished  away. 

4  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'erj 
F  3 


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This  quiet  immoveable  breast 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more: 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain; 

It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep: 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies; 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free: 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death; 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become! 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb! 

HYMN  CIV. 

i  TTARK,  the  glad  sound  the  Saviour 

-"-•*•         comes, 

The  Saviour  promis'd  long! 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 


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2  On  him  the  spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love. 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  satan's  bondage  held; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
And  with  the  riches  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrieh  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim; 
And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


HYMN  CV. 

STILL,  Lord,    I  languish  for  thy 
grace, 
Reveal  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
The  middle  wall  remove: 


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Appear,  and  banish  my  complaint; 
Come,  and  supply  my  only  want, 
Fill  all  my  soul  with  love! 

2  O  conquer  this  rebellious  will! 
Willing  thou  art  and  ready  still, 

Thy  help  is  always  nigh: 
The  stony  from  my  heart  remove, 
And  give  me,  Lord,  O  give  me  love, 

Or  at  thy  feet  I  die. 

3  To  thee  I  lift  my  mournful  eye: 
Why  am  I  thus?  O  tell  me  why 

I  cannot  love  my  God! 
The  hind'ranee  must  be  all  in  me, 
It  cannot  in  my  Saviour  be; 

Witness  that  streaming  blood! 

4  It  cost  thy  blood  my  heart  to  win; 
To  buy  me  from  the  pow'r  of  sin, 

And  make  me  love  again: 
Come  then,  my  L-trd,  thy  right  assert, 
Take  to  thyself  my  ransom'd  heart; 

Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain! 


HYMx\  CVL 

SO  fair  a  face  bedew'd  with  tears! 
What  beauty  e'en  in  grief  appears! 
He  wept,  he  bled,  he  died,  for  you: 
What  more  ye  saints  could  Jesus  do? 


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Enthron'd  above,  with  equal  glow 
His  warm  affections  downward  flow; 
In  our  distress  he  bears  a  part, 
And  feels  a  sympathetic  smart. 

Still  his  compassions  are  the  same. 
He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame; 
Our  heaviest  burdens  he  sustains, 
Shares  in  our  sorrows  and  our  pains; 


HYMN  CVII. 

1  DY  faith  I  live,  by  faith  I  see, 
■*-*  That  Jesus  gave  his  life  for  me; 

By  faith  I  venture  on  his  grace, 
And  through  his  blood  my  sins  efface. 

2  Yet  faith  alone  will  not  suffice, 
To  bring  me  to  that  paradise; 

That  heaven,  where  holy  angels  dwell, 
And  souls  redeem'd  from  death  and  hell 

3  Our  works  on  earth  are  works  of  love, 
Which  frame  our  minds  for  things  above, 
And  if  we  would  on  Christ  depend, 
His  blessed  voice  we  should  attend. 

4  To  blend  the  two  in  one  we  see, 
How  faith  and  works  do  sweet  a^ree; 
And  through  their  influence  we  shall  find, 
A  God  most  gracious,  good,  and  kind. 


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5  Then  let  us  learn  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  strive  to  walk  the  narrow  way; 
And  if  we  would  true  pleasure  find, 
Our  sins  must  all  be  left  behind. 

6  Thus  when  we  leave  this  world  of  wo, 
A  witness  we  shall  leave  below; 

That  ages  yet  unborn  may  see, 
The  right  we  hav«  to  liberty. 

HYMN  CVIII. 

t  T  OOK  unto  me — the  Saviour  cries, 
-"  Behold,  in  me  your  help  is  found; 
Look  sinners!  look  with  stedfast  eyes 
I  have  a  balm  for  every  wound. 

2  Look  unto  me,  and  me  alone, 

Look  now  while  I  inviting  stand 
Your  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
With  life  eternal  in  my  hand. 

3  To  me  your  sin-sick  souls  resign, 

I'll  save  them  from  the  lowest  hell, 

Ail  power  in  heaven  and  earth  is  mine, 

And  in  my  presence  they  shall  dwell. 

4  Ye  mourning  souls  that  fear  my  name, 

I've  heard  your  groans,  I've  seen 
your  tears, 
Look  up  to  me!  I  bore  your  shame, 
And  I  forbid  your  gloomy  fears. 


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5  Look,  saints!  look,  sinners!  and  adore; 
I  am  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
Look,  and  be  joyful  evermore; 

Look,  and  complete  salvation  sing, 

HYMN  CIX. 

L  T^RIENDSHIP    to    every    willing 
-*-     mind, 

Opens  a  heavenly  treasure, 
There  may  the  sons  of  sorrow  find 

Sources  of  real  pleasure: 
See  what  employments  men  pursue, 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true. 
Friendship  alone  unfolds  to  view 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

5  Poor  are  the  joys  that  fools  esteem, 

Fading  and  transitory; 
Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  story: 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind, 
Only  in  friendship  can  we  find 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

Learning,   that    boasting,    glittering 
thing, 

Scarcely  is  worth  possessing; 
Riches,  for  ever  on  the  wing, 

Scarce  can  be  call'd  a  blessing: 


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Fame  like  a  si  adtw  flies  aw; 
Titles  and  'ignity  decay. 
Nothing  but  friendship  can  lisplay 
Joys  that  are  tit*  t  •  fro.;i  trouble. 

4  Beauty  with  all  its  gaudy  show, 

Is  but  a  painted  bubble: 
Short  is  the  triumph  wit  bestow, 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble: 
Sensual  pleasure  swells  desire, 
Just  as  the  fuel  feeds  the  lire, 
Friendship  can  real  bliss  inspire 

Bliss  that  is  worth  possessing. 

j  Happy  the  man  who  hath  a  friend 
Form'd  by  the  God  of  nature, 
Well  may  he  feel  and  recommend 

Friendship  for  his  Creator. 
Then  may  our  hearts  in  friendship  join 
To  let  our  social  powers  combine, 
Kul'd  Jjy  a  passion  most  divine, 
Friendship  to  our  Creator. 

HYMN  CX. 

1   pOD  of  my  life  to  thee 
"  My  cheerful  soul  I  raise; 
Thy  goodness  bade  me  be, 

And  still  prolongs  my  days, 
I  see  my  natal  hour  return, 
And  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born. 


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2  '\  clod  of  living  earth, 

1  glorify  thy  name, 
^  n  q  whom  alone  my  birth, 

ind  all  my  blessings  earner 
Creating  and  preserving  grace 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praise, 

3  Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

To  thee,  O  let  me  live! 
To  thee  my  ev'ry  breath, 

In  thanks  and  praises  give: 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am,. 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

4  My  soul  and  all  its  pow'rs, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  shall  be; 
All,  all  my  happy  hours 

I  consecrate  to  thee: 
Me  to  thine  image  now  restore, 
And  I  shall  praise  thee  evermore; 

5  I  wait  thy  will  to  do, 

As  angels  do  in  heav'n;.. 
In  Christ  a  creature  new, 

Eternally  forgiv-'n; 
I  wait  thy  righteous  will  to  prove^ 
All  sanetify'd  by  perfect  love. 

5  Then,  when  the  work  is  done, 
The  work  of  faith  with  pow'r, 


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Receive  thy  favour'd  son, 

In  death's  triumphant  hour: 
Like  Moses  to  thyself  convey, 
And  kiss  my  raptur'd  soul  away. 


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HYMN  CXI. 

E  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds, 


Dismiss  your  anxious  cares; 
Look  to  the  shepherd  of  your  souls, 
And  smile  away  your  fears. 

2  Though    wolves     and     lions    prowl 

around, 
His  staff"  is  your  defence: 
'Midst  sands  and  rocks  your  shepherd's 

voice, 
Calls  streams  and  pastures  thence. 

3  Your  Father  doth  a  kingdom  give 

And  give  it  with  delight; 
His  feeblest  child  his  love  shall  call 
To  triumph  in  his  sight. 

4  For  all  we  hope,  and  now  enjoy, 

We  bless  a  Saviour's  name; 
Nor  shall  that  stroke  disturb  the  song 
Which  breaks  this  mortal  frame. 


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HYMN  CXII. 

N  themselves,  as  weak  as  worms, 
How  can  poor  believers  stand, 


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When  temptations,  foes  and  storms, 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand? 

2  Weak,  indeed,  they  feel  they  are, 

But  they  know  the  throne  of  graces 
And  the  God,  who  answers  prayer 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  his  face. 

3  Tho*  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 

Succour  they  at  length  obtain; 
He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray, 
Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

4  Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 

Bring  relief  in  deepest  straits; 
Prayer  can  force  a  passage  thro' 
Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates. 

5  Hezekiah  on  his  knees, 

Proud  Assyria's  host  subdued; 
And  when  smitten  with  disease, 
Had  his  life  by  prayer  renewed. 

$  Peter,  tho*  confin'd  and  chain'd, 

Prayer  prevaiPd  and  brought  him 
out; 
When  Elijah  prayM  it  rain'd. 

After  three  long  years  of  drought. 

7  We  can  likewise  witness  bear, 

That  the  Lord  is  still  the  same; 
Tho'  we  fear'd  he  would  not  hear, 
Suddenly  deli v 'ranee  came. 


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8  For  the  wonders  he  has  wrought, 

Let  us  now  our  praises  give; 

And  by  sweet  experience  taught, 

Call  upon  him  while  we  live. 

HYMN  CXIII. 

1  f\  that  I  had  a  faithful  frkmd, 
^-*  To  tell  my  secrets  to, 

On  whose  advice  I  might  depend 
In  every  thing  I  do. 

2  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 

And  no  one  pities  me! 
I  seem  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  son  of  misery! 

-3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint, 
Nor  minds  my  cries  or  tears: 
None  comes  to  cheer  me  tho'  I  faint, 
Nor  my  vast  burden  bears. 
4  Whilst  others  live  in  mirth  and  ease 
And  feel  no  want  or  wo, 
Thro'  this  waste,  howling  wilderness, 
I  full  of  sorrows  go. 

9  0  faithless  soul  to  reason  thus, 

And  murmur  without  end? 
Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross 
And  is  he  not  thy  friend? 

^  Why  dost  thou  envy  carnal  men, 
And  think  their  state  so  blest? 


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How  «jreat  salvation  hast  thou  seen, 
And  Jesus  is  thy  rest! 

7  What  can  this  lower  world  afford 

Compar'd  with  gospel  grace? 
Thy  happiness  is  in  the  Lord, 
And  thou  shalt  see  his  face! 

8  Can  present  grief  be  counted  great 

Compar'd  with  future  woes? 
Will  transient  pleasure  seem  so  sweet 
Compar'd  with  endless  joys? 

9  How  soon  will  God  withdraw  the  scene, 

And  burn  the  world  he  made!      ^ 
Then  wo  to  carnal  sinful  men! 
My  soul  lift  up  thy  head, 

10  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend, 

Constant  and  true  and  good; 
He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end, 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 

11  Then  why  my  soul  art  thou  so  sad? 

When  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er? 
Rejoice  in  Jesus  and  be  glad  ^ 
Rejoice  for  evermore. 

HYMN  CXIV. 

1  llfE'VE  found  the  rock,  the  trav'ller 
"    cry'd, 

The  stone  that  all  the  prophets  try'd; 
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Come,  Christians,  drink   the  balmy 

dew, 
'Twas  Christ  that  shed  his  blood  for 

you. 

2  This  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul, 
Which  sin  and  guilt  has  made  so  foul. 
It  makes  me  joyous  while  I  sing, 
And  shout  salvation  to  my  King. 

3  There^s  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
Come,  mourners,  feel  salvation  roll; 
Now,  now  believe  your  Saviour  God, 
And  sink  into  the  purple  flood. 

4  O  Christians,  we  ha*e  Heav'n  to  day, 
It  shines  around  with  dazzling  ray; 
And  in  this  light  we'll  soar  away 
Where  there's  no  night  but  endless  day. 

5  O  then  we'll  blow  the  golden  lute, 
And  praise  the  man  that  gain'd  our 

suit; 
Then  Jesus  in  a  shining  vest, 
Will  smile  and  lead  us  up  to  rest! 

HYMN  CXV. 

1  fjf  ION  rejoice  and  Judah  sing, 
"  The  Lord  assumes  his  throne; 
Columbia  own  the  heavenly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 


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2  The  haughty  despots,  and  the  proud, 

From  their  high  seats  are  hurl'd, 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  on  everlasting  hills, 

Eclipse's  mortal  crowns; 
Republic's  grow  beneath  his  smiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquish'd  by  his  breath; 
And  legions  arm'd  with  pow'r  and 
pride, 
Descend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants,  make  no  more  pretence, 

To  vex  our  happy  land; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  May  independence  be  our  boast, 

And  virtue  bear  the  sway; 

May  liberty  defend  our  coast's, 

And  plow  the  wat'ry  way. 

7  Long  may  the  sovereign  people  live, 

A  pattern  to  afford; 
May  all  the  honours  they  can  give. 
Be  offered  to  the  Lord. 


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HYMN  CXVI. 

EE  slow  and  solemn  move  along, 
he  weeping  kindred  gazing  throng, 
A  friend  is  dead  belov'd  and  dear, 
And  nature  weeps  the  tender  tear. 

2  But  say  ye  kindred,  tell  us  why, 
Ye  heave  that  melancholy  sigh? 
He  is  not  dead,  but  lives  above, 

In  worlds  of  light  and  endless  love. 

3  He  only  drops  his  flesh  and  blood, 
His  soul  is  gone  to  dwell  with  God; 
With  him  to  be  for  ever  bless'd, 
With  deathless  life,  and  endless  rest. 

4>  Say  not  he's  dead,  he  lives  indeed; 
Throw  off  the  sable  mourning  weed: 
Let  ev'ry  pensive  tear  be  dry, 
And  sing  your  friend  to  worlds  on  high. 

5  He  leaves  his  rags  of  flesh  behind, 
From  dust  they  came,  to  dust  resign'd; 
In  body  spiritual  appears, 

And  walks,  and  talks,  and  sees,  and 
hears. 

6  The  silent  grave  we  cheerful  leave, 
And  for  cur  friend  no  longer  grieve; 
We  soon  shall  end  this  life  of  pain, 
And  joyful  meet  our  friend  again. 


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HYMN  CXVII. 

i  T^ATHER,  omnipotent  divine^ 

*-    Now  let  thy  glory  round  us  shine; 
May  midnight  darkness  take  its  flight, 
Those  gloomy  shades  of  nature's  night. 

2  Bid  discord,  passion,  clamour  cease? 
Disturb  no  more  the  sons  of  peace; 
Let  pure  seraphic  love  inflame, 
Our  souls  to  bless  thy  holy  name. 

.5  The  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  unitef 
To  discompose  our  minds  and  fright; 
But  thou  can'st  disconcert  their  plan, 
And  humble  the  proud  looks  of  man. 

4  Inspire  the  stamm'ring  tongue  to  tell  ? 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell; 
How  sin  is  damn'd  and  sinners  sav'd, 
Who  were  by  Beelzebub  enslav'd. 

5  Bring  near,  bring  near,  that  joyful  hour. 
When  sinners,  Lord,  shall  feel  thy  power; 
When  all  infernal  pow'rs  shall  flee, 
And  Jesus  gain  the  victory. 

6  Why  not  this  moment,  Lord,  descend., 
And  shew  thyself  the  sinners  friend? 

O  speak,  and  just  now  give  command, 
Then  no  infernal  pow'rs  shall  stand, 


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HYMN  CXVIII. 

1  nnO  thee  ray  God,  I  make  my  moan, 

-*-    Lend  thou  a  gracious  ear: 
Let  every  sigh,  let  every  groan, 
Before  thy  throne  appear. 

2  For  friends  my  sorrows  swell  too  high, 

My  woes  they  cannot  bear; 
Helpless  and  destitute  I  lie, 
Expos'd  to  every  snare. 

3  Whilst  thou,  O  Lord,  my  soul  forsake, 

I  must  indulge  my  grief; 
O  let  my  heart  with  sorrow  break, 
So  I  may  gain  relief. 

4  If  here  I  must  not  see  thy  face, 

Be  life  no  longer  given; 
Finish  at  once  thy  work  of  grace, 
And  take  me  up  to  heaven. 

5  Haste,  Lord,  my  soul  is  all  distressed, 

Distracting  fears  arise; 

0  let  thy  bosom  be  my  rest, 
No  other  can  suffice. 

6  Come,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  come, 

How  tedious  is  thy  stay! 

1  long  till  thou  shalt  take  me  home. 

And  send  my  fears  away. 


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HYMN  CXIX. 

i  TTERE,  at  thy  throne  of  sovereign 
•"-        grace, 

I  bow  before  thee,  Lord; 
And  wait  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 

Still  hoping  in  thy  word. 

2  One  glimpse  of  thee,  thou  God  of  love,, 

Will  peace  and  joy  afford; 
And  here  I  wait,  that  glimpse  to  prove, 
Still  hoping  in  thy  word. 

3  Out  of  the  depths  of  sin  and  grief, 

I  cry  to  be  restor'd; 
And  wait  till  thou  shall  send  relief, 
Still  hoping  in  thy  word. 

4  Forgiveness,  Lord,  is  still  with  thee, 

That  thou  may'st  be  ador'd; 
And  here  I  wait  for  pardon  free, 
Still  hoping  in  thy  word. 

5  I  wait  for  thee,  my  soul  doth  wait; 

Thy  love  I'll  here  record; 
Thy  praise  in  songs,  I'll  celebrate, 
Still  hoping  in  thy  word. 

6  On  thee,  my  God,  the  first  and  last, 

My  shield,  and  my  reward, 
I'll  wait,  till  life  and  time  are  pasi> 
Still  hoping  in  thy  word. 


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HYMN  CXX. 

1  T¥/"HEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

™  ™     O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought; 
My  soul  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shall  stand  dis3 

clos'd 
In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

4  O  may  my  broken  contrite  heart. 

Timely  my  sins  lament, 
And  early  with  repentant  tears, 
Eternal  wo  prevent. 

5  Behold  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan. 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  secure, 
Who  knows  thine  only  Son  hath  dy'd 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 


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HYMN  CXXL 

1  f  1 O,  my  beloved  husband,  go, 

^-*  And  loud  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
Proclaim  to  Adam's  fallen  race 
The  riches  of  redeeming  grace. 

2  Warn  sinners  of  their  dreadful  state, 
That  they  repent  e'er  its  too  late, 
And  point  them  to  a  Saviour's  blood, 
That  they  may  know  a  pard'ning  God. 

3  Exhort  believers  not  to  rest 

Short  of  the  mind  that  Christpossess'd, 
'Till  they  aresav'd  and  cleans'd  from  sin, 
And  perfectly  renew'd  within. 

4  See  souls  regardless  of  all  good, 
Hushing  with  speed  the  downward  road. 
And  Christians  setting  on  their  lees, 
Intent  on  honours,  pleasure,  e,ase. 

5  Go  then,  my  love,  be  strong  be  bold; 
The  great  reward  is  yet  untold 
That  waits  th£  faithful  sons  of  God. 
On  Zion's  peaceful  blest  abode. 

6  Altho*  its  painful  to  my  heart, 
With  him  I  love  so  oft  to  part, 
And  nature  drops  the  silent  tear, 
But  Jesus  whispers,  I  am  here- 


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7  Then  whilst  his  love  he  doth  reveal, 
Thro'  all  my  soul  a  heaven  I  feel; 
Then  I  can  part  with  all  that's  dear, 
And  grace  restrains  the  fallen  tear. 

8  Then  let  us  cheerfully  sustain 
A  few  more  days  of  toil  and  pain, 
Till  we  are  call'd  with  those  above, 
To  sing  the  wonders  of  his  love. 

HYMN  CXXII. 

1  TTOW  welcome  is  this  news 
■*--■-  To  souls  oppress'd  with^ar, 
Why,  sinner,  why  wilt  thou  refuse 

To  leave  thy  burden  here? 

2  Is  Jesus  full  of  grace? — 

Then  why  dost  thou  complain?  * 
O!— why  refuse  to  seek  his  face, 
His  favour  to  obtain? 

3  And  why  shouldst  thou,  my  soul, 

Go  mourning  all  thy  days?— 
Lord,  let  thy  grace  my  fears  controul, 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  praise. 

4  Revive  my  fainting  heart 

With  thy  forgiving  love; 
Haste,  Lord,  and  grace  for  grace  im- 
part, 
And  fix  my  thoughts  above. 


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5  I  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long 
For  brighter  views  of  thee; 

O  let  me  join  the  heav'nly  throng, 
And  all  thy  glory  see. 

6  There  I  in  lofty  strains 

Shall  sing,  and  never  tire; 
Forget  my  weaknesses  and  pains, 
And  all  thy  works  admire. 

HYMN  CXXIII. 

1  HPH  ANKS  to  thy  name,  thou  God  of 
■*•  love, 

For  such  an  Advocate  above, 
Who  can  defend  thy  righteous  laws, 
And  plead  my  souls  unrighteous  cause. 

2  Yes: — for  he  bore  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Oney'd  and  suffer'd  in  my  name; 

He  offer'd  up  himself  for  me, 

And  pleads  that  off'ring  now  with  thee. 

3  He  pleads  both  law  and  justice  too, 
And  gives  them  both  their  proper  due; 
Yea,  truth  is  honour 'd  by  his  grace 
Before  the  bold  accuser's  face. 

4  As  my  all  wise  and  gracious  Friend, 
He  pleads  against  that  hellish  fiend; 
The  Judge  approves  his  ev'ry  plea, 
And  sets  the  guilty  sinner  free. 


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5  The  sinner  wonder  and  adore: 

0  let  me  doubt  his  love  no  more!— ~ 
My  weaknesses  he  kindly  bears, 
And  pities  all  my  sighs  and  tears. 

6  This  is  the  Advocate  and  King 
Whose  pow'r  and  faithfulness  I  sing: 
His  pow'r  with  God  can  never  ftiil$ 
Whene'er  he  pleads -lie  must  prevail. 

HYMN  CXXIV. 

1  f^tQME  all  ypu  pensive  mourners^ 
^  The  joyful  news  I'll  tell, 
That  mercy's  freely  offer'd 

To  rebels  doom'd  to  hell; 
The  shining  seats  of  glory, 

The  Son  of  God  did  leave,        ^ 
He  took  on  him  our  nature, 

And  God  man  here  did  live. 

Z  How  raptur'd  were  the  angels, 

To  throng  the  air  and  bring, 
The  news  of  our  salvation, — 

Tlie  shepherds  heard  them  sing, 
<  To-day  is  born  in  Bethlehem, 

Of  David's  royal  line, 
A  Saviour  Christ,  the  author 

Of  peace  and  love  divine.' 

3  Lo,  what  a  life  of  sorrow, 
He  led  with  mortals  here,. 


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And  for  his  testimony, 

A  shameful  death  did  bear; 

Now  he's  arose  triumphant, 
Exalted  now  on  high, 

And  making  intercession, 
My  friends,  for  you  and  I. 

4  Come  all  this  wfcrld  behold  him, 

Before  Jehovah's  throne, 
There  like  a  lamb  that's  newly  slain, 

For  crimes  that  we  have  done. 
Believe  on  him  ye  mortals, 

And  give  him  glory  due, 
Or  he'll  appear  in  wrath, 

And  avenge  his  blood  on  you. 

5  Come,  mortals,  prove  the  purchase, 

Of  his  redeeming  blood, 
The  early  ransom  offer'd, 

To  bring  your  souls  to  God; 
If  you  reject  the  proffer, 

Of  life  that  is  so  free, 
Then  the  last  ransom  offer'd, 

Will  prove  your  misery. 

6  When  Christ  shall  come  in  judgment, 

And  rend  the  parting  blue, 
The  sound  of  the  last  trumpet, 

Will  prove  too  loud  for  you. 
When  Gabriel's  trump  shall  sound, 

And  the  dead  beneath  shall  hear, 
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Arising  from  their  graves, 

And  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

7  Then  how  will  sinners  tremble. 

Their  lasting  doom  to  hear — 
Those  that  reject  the  gospel, 

When  offer'd  to  them  here? 
Each  soul  then  struck  with  horror, 

And  anguish  in  his  breast, 
For  ever  doom'd  to  sorrow, 

And  ne'er  to  hope  for  rest! 

HYMN  CXXV. 

1  T¥/~HAT  sound  is  salutes  mine  ear? 

*  "    Methinks  the  jubel  trump  I  hear, 

Long  lookM  for  now  is  come; 
It  shakes  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the 

sea, 
Proclaims  the  year  of  jubilee, 
Return  ye  exiles  home. 

2  Behold  the  New  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear; 
Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tomb, 
To  meet  the  bridegroom  as  he  comes, 

To  sound  the  jubel  year. 

3  King  Jesus  takes  her  to  his  arms, 
Supported  by  his  glorious  charms, 

She  thus  begins  to  sing: 


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From  sins  and  cares,  and  cries,  and 

pain, 
I  rise  where  joys  immortal  reign, 
And  view  the  rosy  spring. 
4-  See  lark  and  linnet  sweetly  sing, 
While  hills  and  valleys    round  they 
ring, 
Escape  the  fowler's  snare. 
One  thousand  years   she  there  shall 

dwell, 
And  sing  while  satan's  chain'd  in  hell, 
Which  ends  the  jubel  year. 

5  The  dragon  is  let  loose  once  more, 
And  round  the  earth  his  trumpet's  roar, 

He  is  for  war  again: 
But  he  that  sets  upon  the  throne, 
Drives  satan  and  his  angels  down 

To  plough  the  fiery  main. 

6  The  seventh  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 
A  great  white  throne  shall  then  appear, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round; 
An  angel  turns  the  moon  to  blood, 
Puts  out  the  sun,  consumes  the  flood. 

And  burns  the  solid  ground. 

HYMN  CXXVI. 

1  T'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
-*-  Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cress, 


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2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMNCXXVII. 

1  i^JJVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
*-*  Within  the  veil,  and  see 

The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  eouch  with  tears; 
They  wrestled  hard  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  vict'ry  cameP 

They  with  united  breath 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


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They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 
(His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast:) 

And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  prorais'd  rest. 

Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 

Show  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 


HYMN  C  XXVIII. 

1  lyTOW   satan   comes  with   dreadful 
-^      roar, 

And  threatens  to  destroy; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
"With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  sons  of  God,  oppose  his  rage; 

Resist,  and  he'll  be  gone; 
Thus  did  our  dearest  Lord  engage, 
And  vanquish  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almost  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love; 
But  the  old  serpent  lurks  within 
When  he  assumes  the  dove. 

4*  Fly  from  the  false  deceiver's  tongue, 
Ye  sons  of  Adam,  fly: 
Our  parents  found  the  snare  too  strong, 
Nor  should  the  children  try. 


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HYMN  CXXIX. 

i  ^|UR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
"  Cemented,  mixt  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  ont 
voice, 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  burn'd,  while  Jesus 

spake, 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and 

blest, 
And  fill'd  the  enlarged  desire. 

CHORUS. 

"  A  Saviour!"  let  creation  sing! 
"  A  Saviour!"  let  all  heaven  ring! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fullness  on  our  souls  he  pours, 
"Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  those  who're  gone  be-  ! 
fore,  j 

We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more,  j 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 


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Oh!  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

"  A  Saviour,"  &c. 

And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 

When  all  the  sparkling  gems  shall 
shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own. 

6  May  we  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace; 
From  glory  into  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face! 

"  A  Saviour,"  &c. 

HYMN  CXXX. 

4  ND  is  this  heav'n?  and  am  I  here? 
■**•  How    short  the  road!    how  swift 

the  flight? 
I  am  all  life,  all  eye,  all  ear: 

Jesus  is  here — my  soul's  delight. 
Is  this  the  heavenly  friend  who  hung 

In  blood  and  anguish  on  the  tree, 
Whom  Paul  proclaimed,  whom  David 

sung, 
Who  dy'd  for  them,  who  dy'd  for  me? 
How  fair,  thou  offspring  of  my  God! 
Thou  first-born  image  of  his  face? 
Thy  death  procured  me  this  abode, 
Thy  vital  beams  adorn  the  placfc. 


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4  Lo,  he  presents  me  at  the  throne 

All    spotless — there    the    godhead 
reigns 
Sublime  and  peaceful  thro'  the  Son! 
Awake,     my    voice,    in    heavenly 
strains. 

HYMN  CXXXI. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul,  to  Jesus  fly? 
■**-  And  cast  thy  fears  away; 
He  will  thine  every  want  supply, 

Make  haste,  no  longer  stay. 

2  Look  how  he  stands  and  smiles  to  give 

His  glory  and  his  grace; 
He  counsels  sinners  to  receive 
His  robe  of  righteousness. 

3  Jesus  the  purest  gold  appoints 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor; 
Who  with  his  heavenly  salve  anoints. 
In  darkness  walks  no  more. 

4«  Ye  drooping  souls  that  seek  the  Lord, 
Take  courage  and  believe, 
For  God  is  faithful  to  his  word, 
Great  graee  you  shall  receive. 

9  The  wretched,  destitute,  and  blind 
Are  those  whom  Christ  invite, 
A  friend  in  him  they're  sure  to  find 
Whose  power  i6  infinite. 


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HYMN  CXXXII. 

1  T  languish  for  a  sight 
-■-Of  him  who  reigns  on  high$ 

Jesus,  my  soul's  supreme  delight, 
For  him  alone  I  sigh. 

2  O  that  I  knew  the  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God, 

And  make  the  arms  of  his  embrace 
My  soul's  secure  abode. 
5  Near  to  his  mercy's  seat, 

Where  grace  triumphant  reigns, 

I'd  come  and  worship  at  his  feet, 
And  tell  him  all  my  pains. 

4-  The  arguments  I'd  use 

My  troubles  shall  suggest: 
Nor  can  my  blessed  Lord  refuse 
The  cause  of  the  distressed. 
5  O  Jesus,  bring  me  near, 

New  life,  new  strength  impart, 
Banish  at  once  my  slavish  fear, 
And  dwell  within  my  heart. 

HYMN  CXXXIII. 

1    4    solemn  march  we  make, 
***■  Towards  the  silent  grave, 


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A  lodging  all  must  quickly  take, 
And  carnal  pleasure  leave. 

2  O  what  a  striking  scene 

In  this  cold  grave  appears, 
A  mortal  turn'd  to  dust  again, 
Quite  spun  out  all  his  years. 

J  And  we  who  now  attend, 

Must  soon  resign  our  breath, 
God  will  the  solemn  summons  send, 
By  dreadful  ghastly  death. 

t  If  I  the  next  should  be, 

That  crumble  with  the  dust; 
My  soul,  what  will  become  of  thee? 
Hast  thou  a  lot  with  Christ? 

i  Since  I  attended  here. 

My  moments  swiftly  glide, 
And  death  upon  their  wings  they  bear, 
Like  a  perpetual  tide. 

»  Nov,  let  me  home  return, 

And  strive  my  soul  to  save; 

Lest  I  in  hell  should  ever  burn, 

And,  with  the  damned  rave. 

r  Jesus,  despised  friend, 

I'll  slight  thy  love  no  more; 
Dear  Saviour  now  that  spirit  send, 
Which  I  so  griev'd  before. 


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Then  I'll  prepare  to  meet, 
My  Jesus  at  his  bar, 

For  ever  worship  at  his  feet, 
And  sing  his  praises  there. 


righteousness. 


HYMN  CXXXIV. 

1  TF  ever  pity  movM  thee, 
-*-  Thou  glorious  son  of  rii^ 
If  ever  saints  have  prov'd  thee, 

A  sure  relief  in  sore  distress, 
O  breathe  thy  loving  spirit, 

Thyself  to  me,  O  Christ  impart* 
And  bring  me  to  inherit 

Thy    kingdom  form'd   within    m 
heart. 

2  By  satan  oft  deceived 

Drawn  from  the  path  of  righteous! 
ness: 
Thy  spirit  oft  I've  griev'd, 

And  brought  upon  me  sore  distress; 
But  as  thy  great  compassion 

Extends  to  all  the  fallen  race, 
In  faith,  I  for  salvation 

Will  humbly  look  thro'  sovereig 
grace. 

3  Here  like  apostle  Peter 

My  tears  I  shed,  I  make  my  moai 
Pity  thy  faithless  creature 

Dear  Lord,  and  break  my  heart  o 
stone. 


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Accept  of  my  petition, 

Thy  pardon  to  my  soul  reveal, 
Thou  great,  thou  good  physician, 

Hear  and  my  wounded  spirit  heal. 

All  glory  to  the  Saviour, 

Who  shed  for  me  his  precious  blood, 
I  feel  I'm  in  his  favour, 

That  I  am  his  and  he's  my  God; 
And  as  I'm  much  forgiven, 

Much  while  on  earth,  O  may  I  love, 
And  find  my  way  to  heaven, 

And  join  the  blood  wash'd  throng 
above. 

There  thro'  the  starry  regions, 

To  sound  aloud  redeeming  grace, 
And  with  celestial  legions 

Loud  thunder  my  Creator's  praise: 
For  ever  free  from  sadness, 

To  sing  and  shout  for  evermore, 
Where  all  is  joy  and  gladness, 

On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 

HYMN  CXXXV. 

"IT/'HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
*"    To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes: 


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2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all: 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


HYMN  CXXXVL 

1  riOME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
^  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys; 
Our  souls  how  heavily  they  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 
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4  Father,  shall  we  then  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

0  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  CXXXVII. 

1  OAV'D  by  grace  I  live  to  tell, 

^  What  the  love  of  Christ  has  done: 
He  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell, 

Of  a  rebel  made  a  son: 
Oh!  I  tremble  still  to  think 

How  secure  I  liv'd  in  sin; 
Sporting  on  destruction's  brink, 

Yet  preserv'd  from  falling  in. 

2  In  a  kind  propitious  hour, 

To  my  heart  the  Saviour  spoke; 
Touched  me  by  his  spirit's  pow'r, 

And  my  dang'rous  slumber  broke, 
Then  I  saw  and  ovvn'd  mv  guilt, 

Soon  my  gracious  Lord  reply'd: 
"  Fear  not,  I  my  blood  have  spilt, 

'Twas  for  such  as  thee  I  dy'd." 

3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 

All  at  once  possessed  iny  heart; 


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Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove, 
After  acting  sucli  a  part? 

«  Thou  hast  greatly  sinn'd,  he  said, 
But  I  freely  all  forgive; 

I  myself  thy  debt  have  paid, 
Now  I  bid  thee  rise  and  live." 

Come  my  fellow  sinners,  try, 

Jesus'  heart  is  full  of  love; 
Oh  that  you  as  well  as  I, 

May  his  wond'rous  mercy  provei 
He  has  sent  me  to  declare, 

All  is  ready,  all  is  free; 
Why  should  any  soul  despair, 

When  he  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me. 


HYMN  CXXXVIII. 

TTARK!  the  jubilee  is  sounding, 
-"•-*-  O  the  joyful  news  is  come; 
Free  salvation  is  proclaimed, 

In  and  through  God's  only  son. 
Now  have  we  an  invitation, 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb; 
Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

Come  dear  friends  and  don't  neglect  it, 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime; 
Great  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 


l7o 

Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning, 

To  revive  his  work  again. 
Glory,  &c.  &c.  &c. 

3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  ceasing, 
Come  and  follow  Christ  the  way; 

We  shall  all  receive  a  blessing, 
If  from  him  we  do  not  stray: 

Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 
O  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain. 

Glory,  &c.  &c. 

I*  Come  let's  run  our  race  with  patience, 

Looking  unto  Christ  the  Lord, 
Who  doth  live  and  reign  for  ever 

With  his  Father  and  our  God: 
He  is  worthy  to  be  praised, 

He  is  our  exalted  king. 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 
5  Come  dear  children  praise  your  Jesus, 

Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore; 
May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us, 

His  great  name  for  to  adore; 
O  then  let  us  join  together, 

Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 
Glory,  &c.  &e. 

HYMN  CXXXIX. 

1  Tl^EARY  souls,  who  wander  wide 
**     From  the  central  point  of  bliss, 
Turn  to  Jesus  crucified 
Fly  to  those  dear  wounds  of  his, 


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Sink  into  the  purple  flood, 
Rise  into  the  life  of  God! 

2  Find  in  Christ  the  way  of  peace, 

Peace  unspeakable  unknown: 
By  his  pain  he  gives  you  ease, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan, 
Rise  exalted  by  his  fall: 
Find  in  Christ  your  all  in  all. 

3  O  believe  the  record  true, 

God  to  you  his  Son  hath  given, 
Ye  may  now  be  happy  too, 

Live  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven; 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 

*  This  the  universal  bliss, 

Bliss  for  every  soul  design'd, 

God's  original  promise  this, 

God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind; 

Blest  in  Christ  this  moment  be, 

Blest  to  all  eternity! 

HYMN  CXL. 

L  PT^HFj  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
-*-    His  throne  is  built  on  high; 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty. 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 


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2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  his  holy  law: 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless,  1 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace.  1 

3  Thro'  all  his  mighty  works, 

Amazing  wisdom  shines; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  dark  designs. 
Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees  and  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  sovereign  King 

Of  glory  condescend, 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 

My  Father  and  my  friend! 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word, 
Join  all  my  powers  to  praise  the  Lord! 

HYMN  CXLL 

1  A  RISE  my  gracious  God 
■**■  And  make  the  wicked  flee; 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod 

To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 


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[  3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boast  of  all  his  store; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God; 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Wash'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Drest  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 


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HYMN  CXLII. 

SOON  as  I  heard  my  father  say, 
Ye  children  seek  my  grace, 
My  heart  reply 'd  without  delay, 
I'll  seek  my  father's  face. 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and 

dear, 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 


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4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd, 

To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

HYMN  CXLIII. 

1  pLORIOUS  Saviour  of  my  soul 
"  I  lift  it  up  to  thee; 
Thou  hast  made  the  sinner  whole, 

Hast  set  the  captive  free: 
Thou  my  debt  of  death  hast  paid; 

Thou  has  raised  me  from  my  fall; 
Thou  hast  an  atonement  made; 

My  Saviour  died  for  all. 

2  What  could  my  Redeemer  move 

To  leave  his  Father's  breast? 
Pity  drew  him  from  above, 

And  would  not  let  him  rest; 
Swift  to  succour  sinking  man, 

Sinking,  into  endless  woe, 
Jesus  to  our  rescue  ran, 

And  God  appeared  below. 

3  God  in  this  dark  vale  of  tears 

A  man  of  griefs  was  seen: 


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Here  for  three  and  thirty  years 
He  dwelt  with  sinful  men. 

Did  they  know  the  Deity! 

Did  they  own  him,  who  he  was? 

See  the  friend  of  sinners,  see! 
He  hangs  on  yonder  cross! 

Who  hath  done  the  direful  deed, 

Hath  crucify 'd  my  God? 
Curse  is  on  his  guilty  head, 

Who  spilt  that  precious  blood: 
Worthy  is  the  wretch  to  die: 

Self-condemn'd,  alas,  is  he! — 
I  have  sold  my  Saviour;  I 

Have  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 

Yet  thy  wrath  I  cannot  fear, 

Thou  gentle,  bleeding  Lamb! 
By  thy  judgment  I  am  clear; 

Heal'd  by  thy  stripes  I  am: 
Thou  for  me  a  curse  wast  made, 

That  I  might  in  thee  be  blest: 
Thou  hast  my  full  ransom  paid, 

And  in  thy  wounds  I  rest. 

HYMN  CXLIV. 

A  LL  glory  to  God  in  the  sky, 
•**-  And  peace  upon  earth  be  restord! 
0  Jesus  exalted  on  high, 

Appear  our  omnipotent  Lord! 


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Who  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 
Did  stoop  to  redeem  a  lost  race, 

Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return] 
And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grac 

.3  When  thou  in  our  flesh  didst  appeal 

All  nature  acknowledged  thy  birt 
Arose  the  acceptable  year, 

And  heaven  was  open'd  on  earth: 
Receiving  its  Lord  from  above, 

The  world  was  united  to  bless 
The  giver  of  concord  and  love, 

The  prince  and  the  author  of  pesME 

3  O  would'st  thou  again  be  made  know 

Again  in  the  spirit  descend? 
And  set  up  in  each  of  thine  own,  / 

A  kingdom  that  never  shall  end. 
Thou  only  art  able  to  bless, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  cease, 

And  bow  the  whole  world   to  i 
sway. 

4  Come  then  to  thy  servants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearing  to  knoA 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign, 

In  mercy  establish  below; 
All  sorrow  before  thee  shall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er, 
And  envy  and  malice  shall  die, 

And  discord  afflict  us  no  more. 


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No  horrid  alarum  of  war 

Shall  break  our  eternal  repose; 
No  sound  of  the  trumpet  is  there; 

Where  Jesus's  spirit  overflows: 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace. 

We  all  shall  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  love  with  a  passion  like  thine. 

HYMN  CXLV, 

TO  us,  to  us  a  Child  is  born, 
Arise,  paid  hail  the  glorious  morn: 
Come,  let  us  praise  the  God  of  heav'n, 
To  us,  to  us  a  Son  is  giv'n! 

To  us,  the  guilty  race  of  man, 
He  comes! — an  Infant  of  a  span! 
O  let  lis  sing  his  wond'rous  love, 
Which  brings  salvation  from  above. 

He  comes,  all  potent  to  sustain, 
In  government  an  endless  reign, 
Sinners,  rejoice  and  spread  his  fame, 
In  counsel  wonderful  his  name. 

The  mighty  God — the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Whose  kingdom  never  shall  decrease: 
The  everlasting  Father's  come — 
How   strange! — a  servant — from  the 
womb! 


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5  With  angels  let  our  souls  adore 
The  virgin's  Son — the  Prince  of  power 
Jesus!  with  praise  inspire  our  tongues 
And  then  accept  our  grateful  songs. 

Q  All  praise  to  God  for  grace  divine! 
The  hymn  let  saints  and  seraphs  join 
Let  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring 
While  we  adore  our  new-born  King. 

HYMN  CXLVI. 

1  |^  OME,  view  the  field  of  love  div  ine 
^  Where  I  delight  to  rove  and  gleaju 
How  pleasant  to  this  soul  of  mine! 

What  spices  blow — what  joys  are 
seen! 

2  I'm  lost  in  admiration  here, 

Is  this  the  garden  of  my  God? 
What  fragrant  balm  is  that  so  near? 
'Tis   pardon   sprinkled   with    rich 
blood. 

3  Is  this  the  manner  of  his  love? 

Did  he,  to  screen  my  guilty  head,- 
Leave  those  celestial  joys  above, 
To  suffer  vengeance  in  my  stead? 

4  Methinks  I  see  the  dreadful  sword 

Plung'd  in  his  body  on  the  tree; 
But  why,  O  why,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Why  this  extreme  expense  for  me? 


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5  Why  this  excrutiating  pain? 

Why  wilt  thou  suffer,  bleed,  and  die? 
Why  part  with  blood  from  every  vein, 
To  save  a  wretch  so  vile  as  1? 

6  O  let  my  soul  adoring  bend, 

Here  is  profound,  stupendous  love, 
Too  vast  for  me  to  comprehend, 
Too  vast  for  all  the  saints  above. 

7  Yet  I  would  fain  more  fully  know, 

That  thou  art  mine,  more  clearly 

see, 
By  faith  engrafted,  let  me  grow, 
Thou  root  and  spring  of  life,  like 

thee. 

8  Make  me  a  plant  of  thy  right  hand, 

Thy  full  salvation  let  me  prove; 
In  paradise  I  then  shall  stand 
And  live  for  ever  in  thy  love. 

HYMN  CXLVII. 

1  TC^ROM  the  regions  of  love, 

•*-    Lol  an  angel  descended, 

And  told  the  strange  news, 

How  the  babe  was  attended: 
Go  shepherds  and  visit, 

This  wonderful  stranger; 
With  wonder  and  joy, 

See  your  God  in  a  manger, 

H  3 


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2  Glad  tidings  I  bring, 

To  you  and  each  nation; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy, 

Now  behold  your  salvation: 
AVhen  sudden  a  multitude, 

Raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer, 

While  heaven  rejoices. 

3  Now  glory  to  God, 

In  the  highest  is  given; 
Now  glory  to  God, 

Is  re-echo 'd  through  heaven: 
Around  the  whole  earth; 

Let  us  tell  the  glad  story; 
And  sing  of  his  love, 

His  salvation  and  glory. 

4  Enraptur'd  I  burn, 

With  delight  and  desire; 
Such  love  so  divine, 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire: 
Around  tne  bright  throne 

Now  hosannas  are  ringing, 
O  when  shall  I  join 

Them,  and  ever  be  singing. 

5  Triumphantly  ride, 

In  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love, 
O  Jesus,  all  glorious; 


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Thy  banner  unfurl, 

Bid  the  nations  surrender; 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 

Their  King  and  Defender. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchas'd  our  pardon; 
We  will  praise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

HYMN  CXLVIII. 


1  "OEJOICE,     ye    saints    no   longer 
-"         mourn, 

Let  all  your  grief  to  gladness  turn; 
In  Jesu's  kingdom  now  ye  stand, 
And  ev'ry  saint  is  in  his  hand. 

2  Should  storms  and  tempests  dreadful 

rise, 
And  clouds  of  darkness  veil  the  skies; 
Jehovah  will  the  storm  command, 
And  ev'ry  saint  is  in  his  hand. 

3  Should  fiends  infernal  rave  and  rage, 
And  hell  itself  your  soul  engage; 
Then  with  a  noble  courage  stand, 
Your  soul  is  safe  in  Jesu's  hand. 

4  Should  keen  affliction,  pain,  and  los«, 
Bear  hard,  and  heavy  be  the  cross; 


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Fear  not,  you're  in  a  desert  land, 
But  quite  secure  in  Jesu's  hand. 

5  Whate'er  our  troubles  in  the  way, 
Or  storm,  or  foes,  or  night  or  day; 
We  may  with  dauntless  courage  stand. 
For  Jesus  holds  in  his  hand. 

6  Should  death  approach  with  all    i£|] 

train 
Of  glooms  and  horrors,  fear  and  pain: 
Around  your  beds  will  angels  stand, 
And  Jesus  raise  you  with  his  hand. 

HYMN  CXLIX. 

1  TF  AIL,  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  great. 
•"-  Before  the  birth  of  time, 
Enthron'd  in  everlasting  state, 

Jehovah,  Elohim! 

2  A  mystical  plurality 
We  in  the  godhead  own, 

Adoring  one  in  persons  three, 
And  three  in  nature  one. 

3  From  thee  our  being  we  receive, 
The  creatures  of  thy  grace; 

And  rais'd  out  of  the  earth,  we  live, 
To  sing  out  Maker's  praise. 

Thy  pow'rful,  wise,  and  loving  mind, 

Did  our  creation  plan, 
And  the  glorious  persons  join'd 

To  form  thy  favourite,  man. 


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5  Again  thou  didst,  in  council  met,, 

Thy  ruin'd  work  restore; 
Establish'd  in  our  first  estate, 
To  forfeit  it  no  more. 

6  And  when  we  rise  in  love  renew'd. 

Our  souls  resemble  thee, 
An  image  of  the  triune  God, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  CL. 

1  "\tf Y  God,  my  God,  on  thee  I  call; 
i-^-i-  Thee  only  would  I  know, 
One  drop  of  blood  on  me  let  fall, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow. 

2  Touch  me,  and  make  the  leper  clean, 

Purge  my  iniquity: 
Unless  thou  wash  my  soul  from  sin, 
I  have  no  part  in  thee. 

6  But  art  thou  not  already  mine? 
Answer  if  mine  thou  art! 
Whisper  within,  thou  love  divine, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  heart. 

4>  Tell  me  again,  my  peace  is  made, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live; 
The  debt's  discharged,  the  ransom's 
paid, 
My  Father  must  forgive. 


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0  Behold,  for  me  the  Victim  bleeds, 
His  wounds  are  open'd  wide; 
For  me  the  Blood  of  Sprinkling  pleads 
And  speaks  me  justify'd. 

6  0  why  did  I  my  Saviour  leave! 

So  soon  unfaithful  prove? 
How  could  I  thy  good  spirit  grieve. 
And  sin  against  thy  love? 

7  I  forc'd  thee  first  to  disappear, 

I  turn'd  thy  face  aside: 
Ah,  Lord!  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here 
Thy  servant  had  not  dy'd. 

8  But  O  how  soon  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 

And  pardoning  love  takes  place! 
Assist  me,  Saviour,  to  adore 
The  riches  of  thy  grace. 

9  O  could  I  loose  myself  in  thee! 

Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove, 
Thou  vast,  unfathomable  sea 
Of  unexhausted  love. 

1 0  My  humbFd  soul,  when  thou  art  near 

In  dust  and  ashes  lies! 
How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear, 
Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes? 

til  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 
And  into  nothing  fall; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be, 
And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 


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Would  in  all  thy  footsteps  go, 
Walk  as  Jesus  walk'd  below. 

While  thou  dost  on  earth  appear, 
Servant  to  thy  servants  here; 
Mindful  of  thy  place  above, 
All  thy  life  was  pray'r  and  love. 

Such  our  whole  employment  be, 
Works  of  faith  and  charity; 
Works  of  love  on  man  bestow'd, 
Secret  intercourse  with  God. 

Early  in  the  temple  meet, 
Let  us  still  our  Saviour  greet;-: 
Nightly  to  the  mount  repair, 
Join  our  praying  pattern  there. 

There  by  wrestling  faith  obtain 
Powt  to  work  for  God  again; 
Pow'r  his  image  to  retrieve, 
Pow'r  like  thee  our  Lord  to  live. 

Vessels,  instruments  of  grace, 
Pass  we  thus  our  happy  days, 
'Twixt  the  mount  and  multitude, 
Doing  or  receiving  good:. 

Glad  to  pray  and  labour  on, 
Till  our  earthly  course  is  run, 
Till  we  on  the  sacred  tree, 
Bow  the  head  and  die  like  thee 


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HYMN  CLIII. 

1  T3EH0LD,  he  comes,  the  Saviou 
O    comes, 
Dress'd  in  his  bright  array, 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  burst  you 

tombs, 
And  view  the  glorious  day. 

2  He  comes,  attended  from  on  high 

With  thousands  through  the  skies: 
His  glory  shines,*  and  every  eye 
Shall  see  him  with  surprise*. 

3  Lo,  in  the  clouds  the  Judge  descends 

With  his  illustrious  train, 
Sinners  he  severs  from  his  friends, 
And  dooms  to  endless  pain. 

4  He  comes  to  make  his  justice  known. 

To  vindicate  his  word; 
The  guilty  view  him  on  his  throne, 
And  wail  before  the  Lord. 

5  Till  now  they  never  sought  his  face, 

Nor  wept  for  sin  before; 
O  how  tremendous  is  their  case! 
They  weep  to  laugh  no  more. 

6  Once  they  despised  his  glorious  name, 

And  set  at  naught  his  worth; 
But  now  they  feel  with  bitter  shame, 
His  tierce,  vindictive  wrath. 


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m  They  now  behold  the  saints  rejoice, 
And  mount  above  the  skies; 
These  praise  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful 
voice, 
And  triumph  as  they  rise. 

8  Yes,  and  my  soul  shall  bear  her  part 
In  their  melodious  song, 
My   Saviour's    grace    shall  tune  my 
heart, 
His  love  inspire  my  tongue. 

HYMN  CLIY. 

1  rpREMBLE,  my  soul,  fail  down  be- 
-■-    fore 

Jehovah,  infinite  in  power! 
Tremble  before  Eternal  Might, 
No  flesh  may  glory  in  his  sight. 

2  'Tis  he  that  animates  thy  clay; 
Life,  death,  and  hell  his  voice  obey: 
'Tis  he  destroys,  'tis  he  can  save; 
'Tis  he  that  rescues  from  the  grave. 

I  He  wounds,  and  he  alone  can  heal; 
He  sends — and  cures  the  pains  I  feel: 
rTis  God,  and  I'll  adore  his  name, 
Whose  power  revives  my  dying  frame. 

4  Justice  afflicts,  and  love  relieves, 
My  soul  from  him  her  help  receives; 


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From  him  all  comforts  we  derive; 
Faitli  he  bestows  and  keeps  alive. 

0  Faitli  can  perceive,  in  darkest  hour, 
Eternal  wisdom  join'd  with  pow'r, 
Justice  c;o  hand  and  hand  with  grace 
And  truth  and  mercy  keep  one  pace. 

HYMN  CXV. 

1  T1/"HY,  O    my   soul,  these    gloomy 

*  ^     fears? 
Why  all  these  sighs,  and  groans,  and 
tears? 

0  why  this  God-dishonoring  grief? 
Why  all  this  wretched  unbelief? 

2  Though  helpless  in  my  self  I  lie, 
And  lost  to  all  eternity, 
Yet  I  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Since  Jesus  came  to  seek  and  save. 

3  To  save  poor  sinners,  such  as  me, 
To  set  the  captive  prisoners  free, 
To  comfort  those  that  mourn — to  heal 
The  wounds  of  all  who  misery  feel. 

4  To  save  the  ruin'd  and  undone, 
To  seek  the  lost — Lord,  I  am  one! 

1  see,    and    mourn    my    guilt    with 

shame — 
To  seek  out  such  the  Saviour  came. 


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5  Then  let  my  gratitude  abound, 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found; 
I  once  was  dead  but  now  I  live: 
Praise,  praise,  is  all  that  I  can  give. 

HYMN  CLVI. 

1  TC*  VER  fainting  with  desire, 
-"  For  thee,  O  Christ,  I  call! 
Thee  I  restlessly  require, 

I  want  my  God,  my  all. 
Jesu,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 

I  wait  thy  coming  from  above: 
Help  me,  Saviour,  speak  the  word. 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

2  Wilt  thou  suffer  me  to  go 

Lamenting  all  my  days? 
Shall  I  never,  never  know 

Thy  sanctifying  grace? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  light  afford; 

The  darkness  from  my  soul  remove? 
Help  me,  Saviour,  speak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

3  Lord,  if  Ion  thee  believe, 
The  second  gift  impart; 

With  th'  indwelling  spirit  give 

A  new,  a  contrite  heart; 
If  with  love  thy  heart  is  stor'd, 

If  now  o'er  me  thy  bowels  move, 
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Help  me,  Saviour,  speak  the  word, 
And  perfect  me  in  love. 

4  Let  me  gain  my  calling's  hope, 

O  make  the  sinner  clean! 
Dry  corruption's  fountain  up, 

Cut  offth'  intail  of  sin: 
Take  me  into  thee  my  Lord, 

And  I  shall  then  no  longer  rove: 
Help  me,  Saviour,  speak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

5  Thou  my  life,  my  treasure  be, 

My  portion  here  below! 
Nothing  would  I  seek  but  thee, 

Thee  only  would  I  know: 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

My    heav'n   on    earth,    my   heav'u 
above: 
Help  me,  Saviour,  speak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

G  Grant  me  now  the  bliss  to  feel 

Of  those  that  are  in  thee: 
Son  of  God,  thyself  reveal, 

Engrave  thy  name  on  me: 
As  in  heav'n  be  here  ador'd, 

And  let  me  now  thy  promise  prove: 
Help  me,  Saviour,  speak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 


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HYMN  CLVII. 

1  "V/|~Y  God! — for  I  can  call  the  mine, 
MM.  My  Father  and  my  Friend; 
Am  I  not  thine,  for  ever  thine? — • 

To  thee  my  groans  ascend. 

2  When  helpers  fail  on  every  hand 

I  look  to  thee,  O  Lord, 
My   douhts   and  fears   through  faith 
withstand, 
And  trust  thy  faithful  word. 

3  In  all  my  straits,  in  all  my  woes, 

For  thee,  my  God  I  wait? 
My  soul  can  all  her  trust  repose 
On  faithfulness  so  great. 

4  My  God! — how  pleasing  is  the  sound! 

What  can  I  wish  for  more? 
In  thee,  my  God,  my  soul  has  found 
An  everlasting  store. 

5  My  God — I  still  repeat  the  cry, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near; 
My  God,  do  thou  my  wants  supply, 
And  manifest  thy  care. 

6  My  God  will  hear  me  when  I  call; 

My  God  will  send  relief: 
While  thou,  my  God,  art  all  in  all* 
I  cannot  yield  to  grief. 


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7  This  word  can  lighten  every  care: 

While  I  can  say — my  God — 
Fulness  in  poverty  1  share 
And  satisfying  food. 

8  Eternal  thanks  to  thy  great  name, 

Whose  grace  hath  made  me  thine; 
Nothing  shall  put  my  soul  to  shame 
While  I  can  call  the  mine. 

9  Let  grateful  thanks  to  Jesus  rise, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice 
Ere  I  could  say — my  God. 

10  Joyful  in  tribulation  now 

I  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Of  mercy,  and  of  judgment  too, 
W^ith  cheerful  voice  I  sing. 

11  My  God,  thou  hast  rebuk'd  my  fears, 

They  fled  at  thy  command; 
I  leave  my  soul  with  all  her  cares 
In  thine  almighty  hand; 

HYMN  CLVIII. 

1    TESUS,  my  Hiding-place  thoa  art, 
•J    My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  all; 
My  mis'ries  swell,  O  take  my  part; 
In  mercy  save  me,  or  I  fall. 
Z  My  soul  is  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  with  sorrows  well  nigh 
broke; 


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Haste  and  appoint  some  kind  relief, 
Or  I  must  die  beneath  the  stroke. 

3  Pity  my  weakness,  O  my  God, 

My  woes  unable  to  sustain; 
Lighten  the  great,  the  heavy  load, 
And  mix  some   pleasure  with  my 
pain. 

4  Leave  not  my  drooping  soul  alone, 

Lest  I  dishonour  thy  great  name; 
Lest  satan  mock  my  doleful  moan, 
And  laugh  exulting  o'er -my  shame. 

5  Hide  me,  I  tremble  at  thy  power, 

I  fear  thy  rod,  thou  King  of  kings. 
Hide  me,  till  all  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

HYMN  CL1X. 

1  i^OME,  descend,  O  heavenly  Spirit, 
^  Fan  each  spark  into  a  flame; 
Blessings  let  us  now  inherit, 

Blessings  that  we  cannot  name: 
Whilst  hosannahs  we  are  singing, 

May  our  hearts  in  rapture  move, 
Feel  new  grace  in  them  still  springing. 

Breathe  the  air  of  purest  love. 

2  Let  us  sail  in  grace's  ocean, 

Float  on  that  unbounded  sea^ 


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Guided  into  pure  devotion, 
Kept  from  paths  of  error  free: 

On  thy  heav'nly  manna  feeding, 
Screen'd  from  ev'ry  envious  foe; 

Love,  O  love  for  sinners  bleeding, 
All  for  thee  we  would  forego. 

3  Keep  us,  Lord,  still  in  communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee; 
Sinking  to  the  sweetest  union 

Of  that  heart-felt  misery; 
Keep  us  safe  from  each  delusion, 

Well  protected  from  all  harms; 
Free  from  sin,  and  all  confusion, 

Circle  us  within  thine  arms. 

HYMN  CLX. 

1  f~\  GOD,  how  mournful  is  my  case! 
^-^  How  high  my  sorrows  rise! 
Shew  me  again  thy  smiling  face, 

And  hear  my  doleful  cries. 

2  How  great  my  weakness  and  my  pain! 

How  far  from  all  relief! 
No  friend  to  hear  my  soul  complain, 
Or  mitigate  my  grief. 

3  Near  to  the  gate  of  death  I  lie, 

And  fear  to  enter  in. 
Hear  me,  O  God,  before  I  die, 
And  cheer  my  soul  again. 


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4  Doth  God  in  wrath  my  soul  abhor? 

Why  am  I  thus  distrcst? 
For  Jesus'  sake,  thy  hand  withdraw, 
And  give  my  spirit  rest. 

5  Turn  unto  me  thy  gracious  eye, 

O  thou  eternal  God! 
Before  I  faint,  before  I  die 
Beneath  thy  chast'ning  rod. 

6  While  o'er  thy  fainting,  dying  dust, 

The  rising  billows  roll, 
Help  me  to  make  thy  name  my  trust, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  soul. 

7  While  I  exert  my  feeble  powers, 

And  send  my  groans  above, 
Lighten,  O  Lord,  my  gloomy  hours, 
With  thy  forgiving  love. 


HYMN  CLXI. 

1MTHEN  descending  from  the  sky, 
*  *  The  bridegroom  shall  appear; 
And  the  solemn  midnight  cry, 

Shall  call  professors  near; 
How  the  sound  our  hearts  will  damp! 

How    will  shame    o'erspread  each 
face; 
If  we  only  have  a  lamp, 

Without  the  oil  of  grace. 


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2  Foolish  virgins  then  will  wake, 

And  seek  for  a  supply; 
But  in  vain  the  pains  they  take, 

To  borrow  or  to  buy: 
Then  with  those  they  now  despise, 

Earnestly  they  wish  to  share; 
But  the  best  among  the  wise, 

Will  have  no  oil  to  spare. 

3  Wise  are  they  and  truly  blest, 

Who  then  shall  ready  be: 
But  despair  will  seize  the  rest, 

And  dreadful  misery; 
Once,  they'll  cry,  we  scorn'd  to  doubt, 

Though  in  lies  our  trust  we  put; 
Now  our  lamp  of  hope  is  out, 

The  door  of  mercy's  shut. 

*  If  they  then  presume  to  plead, 

"  Lord  open  to  us  now; 
We  on  earth  have  heard  and  prayM, 

And  with  thy  saints  did  vow:" 
He  will  answer  from  his  throne, 

"  Tho*  you  with  my  people  mix'd, 
Yet  to  me  you  ne'er  were  known, 

Depart  your  doom  is  fix'd/' 

J  O  that  none  who  worship  here, 
May  hear  the  word  depart: 
Lord,  impress  a  godly  fear, 
On  each  professor's  heart: 


200 

Help  us  Lord,  to  search  the  camp. 
Let  us  not  ourselves  beguile} 

Trusting  to  a  dying  lamp, 
Without  a  stock  of  oil. 


HYMN  CLXII. 

1  A    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have: 
A   A  God  to  glorify; 

A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky; 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 
And  O  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give: 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely: 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 

HYMN  CLXIII. 
1  TNTO  a  world  of  ruffians  sent, 
-*-  I  walk  on  hostile  ground; 
Wild  human  bears  on  slaughter  bent. 
And  rav'ning  wolves  surround. 


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2  The  lion  seeks  my  soul  to  slay, 

In  some  unguarded  hour; 
And  waits  to  tear  his  sleeping  prey. 
And  watches  to  devour. 

3  But  worse  than  all  my  foes  I  find 

The  enemy  within, 
The  evil  heart,  the  carnal  mind, 
My  own  insiduous  sin. 

4*  My  nature  ev'ry  moment  waits 
To  render  me  secure, 
And  all  my  paths  with  ease  besets, 
To  make  my  ruin  sure. 

5  But  thou  hast  giv'n  a  loud  alarm, 

And  thou  shalt  still  prepare 
My  soul  for  all  assaults,  and  arm 
With  never  ceasing  pray'r. 

6  O  do  not  suffer  me  to  sleep, 

Who  on  thy  love  depend! 
But  still  thy  faithful  servant  keep, 
And  save  me  to  the  end. 

HYMN  CLXIV. 

1  TTATIj!  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
-"-  Hail,  thou  everlasting  King! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  redeem  us; 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 


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Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 
Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame! 

By  thy  merits  we  find  favour; 
Life  is  given  thro'  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid: 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made: 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Thro'  the  virtue  of  thy  blood: 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heav'n; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail!  enthron'd  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide! 
All  the  heav'nly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side: 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare: 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship  honour,  pow'r  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give: 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits? 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits; 

Help  (o  chaimt  Immanuel's  praise. 


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HYMN  CLXY. 

MY  Saviour's  pierced  side 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood; 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

CalFd  from  above  I  rise, 

And  wash  away  my  sin; 
The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies. 

Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 

It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide: 

'Twas  open'd  by  the  soldier's  spear 
In- my  Redeemer's  side! 


THE    END 


INDEX. 


Page 

ALMIGHTY  love  inspire  17 
All  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near   18 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass'd  106 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  109 

Arise  my  soul  arise  117 

A  soldier  of  the  cross  am  I  12S 

Ah!  see  that  lifeless  clay  133 

Ah  lovely  appearance  of  death  137 

And  is  this  heaven?  and  am  I  here  167 

Arise,  my  soul,  to  Jesus  fly  168 

A  solemn  march  we  make  169 

Arise,  my  gracious  God  178 

All  glory  to  God  in  the  sky  481 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have  205 

Behold  a  light  shines  in  the  night  12 

Behold  that  great  and  awful  day  35 

Burst  ye  emerald  gates  and  bring  44- 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  70 

i  3 


INDEX. 

Page  i 
Behold  how  Zion  looks  abroad  78  j 

By  faith  I  live,  by  faith  I  see  141 1 

Behold,  he  comes,  the  Saviour  comes  194  1 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  13 

Come  ye  that  know  the  Lord  indeed  2L  j 

Come  all  ye  weary  travellers  52  j 

Come  on  my  partners  in  distress  80  J 

Come  and  taste  along  with  me  1181 

Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord  131 J 

Come  all  you  pensive  mourners  160  | 

Come  holy  spirit  heavenly  dove  173  1 

Come  view  the  field  of  love  divine  181 

Come,  O  thou  universal  good  107 

Come,  descend,  O  heavenly  Spirit  201 

Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming  14 

Day  of  judgment  day  of  wonders  64 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  skies  99 

Ever  fainting  with  desire  197 

Father  of  our  dying  Lord  6 

Fountain  of  Life  to  all  below  51 

Farewell  dear  friend,  a  long  farewell  58 
Farewell  dear  friends  I  must  be  gone  65 
Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night  116 
Friendship  to  every  willing  mind  143 
Father,  Omnipotent  divine  133 

From  the  regions  of  love  185 


INDEX. 

Page 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear  60 

God  of  my  life  to  thee  144 

Go,  my  beloved  husband,  go  157 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise  164 

Glorious  Saviour  of  my  soul  180 

Holy  God  and  hast  thou  sent  42 

How  should  the  morning  of  my  days  47 
Hark!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  61 
How  happy  every  child  of  grace  75 

Hail!  all  hail,  the  glorious  morning  97 
Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing  88 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  89 

Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  102 
He  dies  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  67 
How  oft  doth  beauty  lead  to  sin  134 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  the  Saviour 

comes  138 

Here,   at  the  throne  of  Sovereign 

grace  155 

How  welcome  is  the  news  158 

Hark!  the  jubilee  is  sounding  175 

Hail  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  great  188 
Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  confess  192 

Hail!  jjhou  once  despised  Jesus  206 

I'm  tir'd  with  visits  modes  and  forms  22 
Infinite  grief,  amazing  woe  79 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight  96 


INDEX. 

Page 
In  the  house  of  king  David  a  foun- 
tain doth  spring  112 
I  sing  my  Saviour's  wonderous  death  115 
In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways  125 
In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms  146 
I'm  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day  95 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord  163 
I  languish  for  the  sight  169 
If  ever  pity  mov'd  thee  171 
Into  a  world  of  ruffians  sent  205 

Jesus  grant  us  all  a  Messing  15 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul  70 

Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be  85 

Jesus,  when  can  I  see  thy  face  92 

Jesus  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep  108 

Jesus  my  Hiding-place  thou  art  200 

Love  divine  all  loves  excelling  28 
Lord  search  and  try  this   heart  of 

mine  56 

Listed  into  the  cause  of  sin  82 

Loi  we  see  the  sign  appearing  105 

Lord  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  123 

Look  unto  me  the  Saviour  cries  #&  142 

My  soul's  full  of  glory  it  fires  my 

tongue  37 

My  Saviour  my  almighty  Friend  46 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll  69 


INDEX. 

Page 

Aleck,  patient  Lamb  of  God,  to  thee  100 
My   life   declines,    my   strength   is 

gone  122 

My  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call  93 

My  God — my  God,  on  thee  I  call  189 

My  God,  for  I  can  call  thee  mine  199 

My  Saviour's  pierced  side  208 

Now  whilst  I  try  my  heart  40 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading  77 

Now  begins  the  heavenly  theme  86 

Now  satan  comes  with  awful  roar  165 

Now  let  a  spacious  world  arise  191 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus  11 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring  68 
O  what  a  vain  and  empty  world  is 

this  129 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation  132 

O  love  divine!  what  hast  thou  done  136 

O  that  I  had  a  faithful  friend  148 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit  166 

O  God,  how  mournful  is  my  case  202 

Peace  troubled  soul,  thou  needst  not 

fear  98 

Rapid  my  days  and  months  run  on  29    I 

Rejoice,  ye  saints,  no  longer  mourn  187 


INDEX. 

Page 
Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound  41 

See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending  49 
Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  heavenly  hosts  115 
Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think  124 
Shepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes  126 
So  fair  a  face  bedew'd  with  tears*  140 
See  slow  and  solemn  move  along  152 
Sav'd  by  grace  1  live  to  tell  174 

Soon  as  1  heard  my  Father  say  179 

Still,  Lord,  I  languish  for  thy  grace  139 

The  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray  3 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  name  16 

The   fields   are   all   white,  and  the 

harvest  is  near  30 

Though  Zion   aillicted   with  wave 

upon  wave  45 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high  48 

The  reason  we  love  friendship  62 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies  72 
Thus  to  each  saint  while  here  below  73 
Throughout   our  Saviour's  life  we 

true  90 

*Tis  my  Beloved's  awful  voice  104 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  110 
To  thee  my  God,  1  make  my  moan  154 
Thanks  to  thy  name,  thou  God  of  love  159 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  177 

To  us,  to  us  a  child  is  born  183 

Tremble,  my  soul,  fall  down  before  195 


INDEX. 


Pace 


'JV 


Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  50 

When  business  is  over,  my  moments 

of  leisure  9 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  20 
When  man  in  sin's  wild  maze  was 

lost  54 

What  hath  the  world  to  equal  this  57 
When,  gracious  Lord,  when   shall 

it  be  39 

While  shepherds  wateh'd  their  flocks 

by  night  76 

Why  thus  cast  down,  my  soul  8-4 

Why,  O  my  soul,  these  gloomy  fears  196 
Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  chris- 
tians 120 
We've  found  the  rock  the  travelers 

ery'd  149 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death  156 
What  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear  162 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  17  i 

Weary  souls,  who  wander  wide  176 

When  descending  from  the  sky  20 


n  3 


fe  happy  souls  with  peaceful  minds  0 
Ye  children  of  Jesus,  who're  bound 

for  the  kingdom  24 

STe  saints  of  God,  come  bear  me  tell  32 

Ye  pilgrims  that  are  wandering  home  39 


INDEX. 

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Ye  saints  attend  the  Saviour's  voice  101 
Ye  little  iloek  whom  Jesus  feeds  146 
Ye  fleeting  eharms  of  earth;  farewell  87 


Zion  rejoieg.  and  Judah  sin; 


130 


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